Our go-kart course is a carefully chosen hill-with-a-curve-to-the-left in the old cemetery near the Dorsey's 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?