Crazy Go-Kart Crash(Austin Yu) Go-Kart Crazy Crash

The sun was draining the moisture from grass and was heating twigs. The terrain was dry and the road was scorched. I sat on the sandy, baked, front seat of the go-kart. My go-kart partner, Cayden, stretched back onto the rusty driver's seat. The other four cabin mates doing go-karts slammed the doors to the two go-karts in front. When the flag bearer put up a flag, three feet went down on the pedals.

The go-karts rolled down a hill, then they turned left. The wheels of our go-kart were suddenly pointing right. Before I knew it, the go-kart crashed into the miniature hill and now was a little bit off-road.
¨Dude!!! You Crashed!!¨ I shouted to Cayden. I started to signal to the person monitoring. But then Cayden started up the go-kart and went off again. While Cayden was maneuvering the go-kart, I read aloud the WARNING sign, it said that people under age 12 can't drive the go-kart, that meant that this camp was taking the risky side. After looping the same course over and over, the flag bearer finally put up a black and white checkered flag, and the sounds of the go-kart died.

Cayden and I swapped sides. My heart was pounding, as I couldn’t wait to drive. Once again, the flag bearer raised a flag, and 12 wheels sped off, kicking dirt. The go-kart rolled down a hill, this isn’t so bad, I thought as the go-kart drifted left. The thought was suddenly jinxed when the wheel was facing right. The dirty go-kart started to breeze through tall grains and yellow grass under the scorching, red, sun, as I tried to budge my sleeping foot off the pedals. Cayden and I were shouting, yelling, and screaming as I forced my foot off the pedals and onto the brakes. The go-kart was playing hide-and-seek behind the tall thin grains and dry yellow grass. A headache was starting from that experience. I got right out of the rusty go-kart, and tried to fly without lifting my feet, and got into the monitor’s eyes.

"Hey!! Help?!! He crashed a go-kart!!¨ Cayden shouted to the monitor.
¨Oh yeah! We almost ran into that fence,¨ I added as I pointed to the go-kart two feet away from the fence.
¨If the go-kart went into the fence, I would have pulled the emergency brakes,¨ said Cayden as the monitor lead us back to the tent the flag bearer was under. The flag bearer brought over another monitor. The new monitor brought Cayden and I over to a circle track and a new, rusty, go-kart. The monitor put a stool in the middle of circle, we got in the new go-kart. Once the dusty go-kart went to life, my foot pressed on the pedals, and the go-kart went off in circles.
After what seemed like a million years of steering under the heat of the sun, the monitor sitting in the stool finally put a hand up to stop me. Cayden and I got out of the sloppy, dry go-kart. My legs were sore from sitting in the go-kart. My mind rewinded to the heated, sandy go-kart flying through the yellow grass and grains under the scorching, blinding, sun almost colliding with the fence. I had wasted five bucks on driving a circle. I knew I would never forget this experience. I had learned a lesson: Take caution and experience from a expert before trying something new.

(This happened at Trout Creek Bible Camp)

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