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?
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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!
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