Karts Narrative

I remember the first time I was able to drive a kart at Boomers. I remember pointing out the empty parking spot in the sea of cars. After we parked the 2009 sky blue Chevy Equinox we strolled towards the entrance. As we moved closer to the sounds of loud engines and kids screaming we made it to the outside attractions. My nephew and I was just tall enough to ride the karts. I had to carefully choose which kart I would drive. My nephew jumped in the first kart he saw. The kart was a forest green kart with a midnight black seat. My older brother chose the dark charcoal kart with a golden yellow seat. As I walked, and looked at the karts I saw the kart , or rather it saw me. The kart was a creamy white with a rose red seat. My foot rested on the sliver brakes. My ears heard the engines of the karts . My nose smelt the gases that came from the exhausts. My eyes looked and waited for the light to turn green. …show more content…
I was in 5th place when the race started with my nephew just behind me. I slowed down, and drifted onto the left shoulder, and allowed him to pass. He was going to fast to turn, and his lime green kart spun out. As I passed him two lavender karts had crashed into each other. There was only two karts ahead of me a banana yellow kart, and my brother's kart . I knew that the bright yellow double seated kart would need more space to turn. When the turn came my eggshell white kart clashed with the railing giving me just enough space to pass the yellow kart. There was no way around my brother's sleek black kart. I was catching up fast, but not fast enough. Close but no cigar I heard him say over the roaring engines. The race was over, and I came in second. Even through I didn't win I will still remember first time I was able to drive a kart at Boomers