Let the best go-cart-er (is that even a word?) win.
Our friends had some passes to a local fun spot and a bunch of us got to race around like a pack of teenagers. Some of the rear ending got a little out of control!

Can you see some of the fire in my eyes. I am trying to keep it pleasant but lurking beneath this kindly smile is the heart of a competitor. (I seriously got into it with some teenage boy sharing the track with us. It all ended is smiles, I pinky swear! I think I may have earned some street cred when I shot the gap and went to the inside of the curve to pass him.)

Jer and I even ended the night as friends. Darn all that FBI training! I could never catch up to him or pass him. I blamed it on the go cart even though we got a different one every time and mine inexplicably was the slower of the two! No matter what we do, he always wins. Someday I will beat him at something. Someday.

I am loving the sassy jacket. I can't get enough of the cuffs!
ReplyDeleteAlso - warning, Debbie Downer here (waa, waa...) but I heard the most horrible news story about go-carting a few months ago. I'm glad we didn't talk before you went because I would have been a bundle of nerves. It's totally one of those freak accidents (i.e. I can't quit walking outside just because one window falls out of a building) but it has completely shattered my go-cart world. Thanks for this post. It was a little positive PR for GCs. :)
I love the wind-blown hair look in that picture of you in the go cart :) Jeremy and his FBI skills...phoo.
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ReplyDeleteokay, i have had trouble posting comments on your blog and just typed random letters to see if it would work and for some reason it did. i had to delete the nonsense. it was meeee.
ReplyDeleteanyway-you are a blogging machine, koryn. i can hardly keep up, but isn't it so fun. now you have to have your camera everywhere you go so that you can post them on your blog. you are doing a great. i had been waiting for a long time for you to start because i love your writing skills and i don't get to see you...ever.
good job on the track. sorry your husband has been specially trained by the government to kick but on the go cart track.