The Garage
By James B., from the St. Rocco Anthology
I am sitting pushing the gas but no brake. It’s cold about 40 degrees. I can hear the motor and my dad smiling and laughing because of what I’m doing and because I didn’t let the gas off. I had barely any room between the Jeep and the telephone pole and then I make a hard right and almost hit the truck and flew under it but finally I pushed the brake as hard as I could. I had everybody move because if they didn’t they would have got hit in the legs but then I finally got in the shop and we turned it off and then went home after that we put a motorcycle engine on it and a clutch then we put new tires on it from a 4 wheeler and the rear axle of it. Now we are putting a bunch of stuff on the motorcycle on the go kart and I can’t wait to ride the go kart 2.0.