Go-Kart Catastrophe
There I was, flying around the corner, going as fast as the machine I was driving would take me. Up around the corner was a sharp left turn. I thought the wheel would turn more than it did, but it did not and I screeched around the corner going a lot farther to the right than I would’ve wanted. It was so far off course that I missed the turnoff and I was now on a headed straight on a collision course. I was going to crash.
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I travelled a lot as a kid. It was never far from home, rarely more than 4 hours drive from my house. Sometimes it was to New Hampshire, other times it was to Vermont or Connecticut. Also, we went to Cape Cod, and we also travelled to Maine once or twice. My family was an outdoorsy type, always hiking, biking, swimming, playing sports, or just plain chilling outside. That was never my favorite part of the trip. My favorite part was always …show more content…
My father and I went up to New Hampshire to buy some illegal fireworks for our 4th of July show (shh! Don’t tell anyone!). We were on our way home and we were listening to Siriusxm 80’s on 8, and I believe it was Bon Jovi. My dad turned to me and said “How about we do some go-karting?” Many thoughts rushed through my head, but most of them were on the lines of “Mario Kart is not that hard, why would real go-karting be any different? Let’s have some fun!” (In my defense, I was only 7). Minutes later, I was seated in my very own go-kart beside my dad. I had a look of sheer determinations plastered on my face as I set off, going as fast as the go-kart would take me. I hurled around tight corners and zoomed as tight to the corners as it would take me. I was a natural, until I took it too fast and I “forgot” about the brake pedal. It was only my second lap and I had already crashed into the wheels that lined the track The assistant was very nice and came over to help me out. I was free just as my dad zoomed past and yelled in my general direction “Eat my
There I was, flying around the corner, going as fast as the machine I was driving would take me. Up around the corner was a sharp left turn. I thought the wheel would turn more than it did, but it did not and I screeched around the corner going a lot farther to the right than I would’ve wanted. It was so far off course that I missed the turnoff and I was now on a headed straight on a collision course. I was going to crash.
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I travelled a lot as a kid. It was never far from home, rarely more than 4 hours drive from my house. Sometimes it was to New Hampshire, other times it was to Vermont or Connecticut. Also, we went to Cape Cod, and we also travelled to Maine once or twice. My family was an outdoorsy type, always hiking, biking, swimming, playing sports, or just plain chilling outside. That was never my favorite part of the trip. My favorite part was always …show more content…
My father and I went up to New Hampshire to buy some illegal fireworks for our 4th of July show (shh! Don’t tell anyone!). We were on our way home and we were listening to Siriusxm 80’s on 8, and I believe it was Bon Jovi. My dad turned to me and said “How about we do some go-karting?” Many thoughts rushed through my head, but most of them were on the lines of “Mario Kart is not that hard, why would real go-karting be any different? Let’s have some fun!” (In my defense, I was only 7). Minutes later, I was seated in my very own go-kart beside my dad. I had a look of sheer determinations plastered on my face as I set off, going as fast as the go-kart would take me. I hurled around tight corners and zoomed as tight to the corners as it would take me. I was a natural, until I took it too fast and I “forgot” about the brake pedal. It was only my second lap and I had already crashed into the wheels that lined the track The assistant was very nice and came over to help me out. I was free just as my dad zoomed past and yelled in my general direction “Eat my