GO CART

One of our favorite things about going to Utah in the summer is the infamous go cart. My dad's good friend built this racing machine years ago and it is a real treat for us to be able to take it out and lay down some speed. Seriously, we all love it . . . even Scott and I, even my dad has taken that baby on a few spins!

We load it up in my dad's 1972 red Ford pick-up truck and take it to the church parking lot. It is then unloaded and the race is on. We set up lawn chairs and watch the kids tear around the large black top makeshift race track. It goes pretty fast, at least I think it does. The kids say they want it to go faster. They have been known to two wheel around corners and up curbs, laughing all the way. It's real close to the ground so not much danger of flipping, at least that is my prayer.

We all wear the appropriate head gear while driving and we all have a passenger with us while we make our laps around the "track". It is really fun to be there on the fourth of July when we pull out the fireworks and run over smoke bombs.

Care to guess who is the most daring on the track? If you guessed Addison, you would be wrong. Shae is a demon in the go cart. None of us can touch her. She is a maniac . . . fishtaling, spinning, fast. We can't believe her and she is so intense in her driving abilities. Hope is the cautious one and I haven't seen Kelsey drive it in a while . . . maybe this summer.

Dad's friend, Paul, passed away a few weeks ago. We will always remember how he made our summers just a little more fun by letting us use his go cart. Thanks, Paul.

Go burn some rubber with the Roderick Racing Team.