We decided to give the boys a break from the mayhem of summer (ha ha) last week by taking them go-karting. Since it was the middle of a weekday, our new employee, Brian, was invited along, too, of course. I hadn’t ridden a go-kart in several years so I had no idea what we were in for.
When we entered Tampa Bay Grand Prix, we filled out the forms on little ipads and then we entered the indoor racing area. I was speechless. These go-karts (“electric Italian pro-karts”) were going SO FAST! I got nervous because Mason is only 10 years old and he’d never ridden one before. I voiced my hesitation and Mason said, “Don’t worry, Mom. The kids only get to go 25 mph.”
25 MILES PER HOUR?! ACK!!!
I looked around and none of the other parents appeared anxious so I pushed my fears aside, and sat down to watch. A couple of races later, they called Mason’s name for the kids’ race. He listened to the instructions, put on a cloth head covering (I thought, ‘Oh good, he wouldn’t get lice!’) and a huge helmet, and got into his “pro-kart.” The employees helped strap the kids in the cars. Of course, I watched to make sure they strapped Mason in really tight!
A few minutes later, they started. Some of those kids had obviously done this before. They were whizzing by at top speed. An employee has a remote control where they can regulate how fast each kart goes. They can even stop all the karts if they need to.
Mason was a bit timid. Okay, he was a LOT timid. He was going slower than everybody else. He was going SO SLOW that we thought he was either using the pedals wrong, or that there was something wrong with his cart. Nope, he and it were working just fine.
If the karts had horns, they’d have all been beeping at him to get out of their way. I breathed several deep sighs of relief. Other kids were coming up behind him, and then racing around him but he didn’t care. He was having the time of his life, going about…5 mph.
Next, it was the adults’ turn. Our names were on the board. Angie, Richard, Max, several other normal names, and then…”Bubba Burger.” I rolled my eyes, and commented about the name to the others.
A few minutes later, I realized Brian’s name wasn’t on the board yet. I asked him about it, you guess it! He replied, “I’m Bubba Burger.” We all cracked up!
We put on our head coverings and helmets, got into our karts, strapped up, and started our race. It was an adult race so we got to go 50 mph! Whoo hoo! It was a blast!! We were all very competitive. At the end, you get a print-out showing who won.
Of course, “Bubba Burger” did (sigh)…
Here are a few pics:
THIS WEEK’S MASONISM:
When I asked the boys what they wanted for dinner, Mason replied, “Chinese food.” He then hesitated, and said, “China is a bad country…but they have really good food!”
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How fun! Cheers to Mason! It sounds like he’s on the right path to becoming a sensible driver once he reaches that “parent’s dreaded” 16-years-old!