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?