Personal Narrative

Go-Karts and Mayhem

“Vroom, vroom,” my dad, my brother, all the other drivers, and I were in our go-karts and ready to go. We were at Mt. Olympus on the track called the Trojan horse and were waiting with a great amount of eagerness for the vivid red light to flash green.

“Three, two, one, beep,” and we were off; speeding down the track like nothing else mattered. I was in a fairly fast car, so I was near the front of the group, but I think my dad and brother were in front of me. I’m not the type of person to just give up though, so I kept driving my go-kart like I was going to win a shiny gold medal if I won. Once I drove up the curvy track that goes into the giant wooden horse there is a big turn.

The turn wasn’t anything on that first lap, but when the second lap came, it was a disaster.

As I was making the turn, I got hit from  behind. It wouldn’t have been that big of a deal, but my whole kart turned. It was sideways and I couldn’t go anywhere. So, the lady who hit me, with her little kid in the kart, decided to get out and help me.

I was fine with it because I thought it would help me, and get me out of a sticky situation. But all didn’t turn out too well.

The go-kart would not budge. It was like a fish on a hook.

We tried everything, pushing, pulling, turning, and even flat out trying to drive away.

Finally, we came up with the master plan, I was going to press on the brake and turn the wheel , while she pushed the kart.

At first, nothing happened. Then, we heard the engine roar, and I was off.

I was happy to be speeding off again and to feel the wind blowing through my hair.

I drove around one more time, this time, being more cautious of the turn, then I pulled under the pavilion, seeing my brother and dad already there.

Even though I came in almost last place, it taught me that if I just take life slow, good things will happen and things will come much easier.