The first time I drove a kart was when I was 5 years old. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but it looked fast and fun. It was a red 50cc Comer engine on a Emmick Racing Karts chassis. The first place I drove this mean machine was in the street in front of my house. I did that a lot, with my dad at one end of the street and my mom at the other. We had soccer goals that would mark the place to turn around. My parents had signs that said go on one side and stop on the other. All the neighbors would come out and watch, which made me feel pretty cool, so I would show off by getting sideways around the soccer goals. I went to one or two track days, but then stopped racing.
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