Uncle Drew’s the go-kart guy. He’ll help you build it just the way you want it, and then he’ll help you get it up the hill eleventy-bazillion times.
Our go-kart course is a carefully chosen hill-with-a-curve-to-the-left in the old cemetery near the Dorseys’ house.
In our experience, go-kart night’s over when either the go-kart or a cousin gets too hurt to continue. This year Declan and Rowan suffered wipe-outs when we decided to try out a new hill, and Rowan’s cuts – “they’re wounds, call them wounds!” – brought the evening to an end. We prefer a spectacular crash up of the kart rather than the kids. Bad luck.
Maybe it had something to do with this guy?
Looks fun but scary. Scary in that it entails crashes; not to mention–a cemetery and a black cat! 😉
The hill they regularly use doesn’t scare me – it’s a gentle slope, Uncle Drew stands at the bottom, and the kids are really good at steering it left onto the flatter bit of road – but the new hill they tried out scared the heck out of me. It was much steeper and headed straight for 3 big headstones. Drew was busy, so I stood at the bottom wondering exactly what effect my 110 pounds was going to have on a plummenting go-kart :o). The asphalt was so torn up there, though, that no one made it all the way to my end anyway.
I think we need to get Timmy on this thing…
We’d be very happy to have another little cousin along!