"My dad bought me a traditional Gokart when I was 12. The bratty kid next door had to upstage me and convinced his dad to buy a quarter midget like this one. But they dropped it off the back of their pickup truck and bent the rear axle so it hopped up and down like a clown car going down the road. I laughed so hard the kid never drove it again. Thanks for the memory and GLWA!"
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