THE gokart

There is a joke in our family. Whenever we talk about the good 'ol days, my brother Marc and I reminisce about our days building and driving our gokarts all over the country. This is usually when my mean old brother-in-law Chris claims that our gokarts are mythical figments of our imagination and that he has never once seen them in working/riding condition. Well, in an effort to bring the family together, Marc and I (with, well... alot of help from Dad) have ventured out to set things right... to prove our manhood by building the greatest gokart ever (or at least one that runs)! It was actually Chris' idea, but that is beside the point. Marc and I set out on a perilous adventure, tasked with this great goal!!! And now, BEHOLD, the hour draweth nigh... it is almost complete. I, with bravery beyond compare, have ridden the monster of a gokart... armed with only an outstretched arm to awaken the beast and not one disk break to ease her rage.