When my brother and I were young, someone gave us go-kart kits for Christmas.
For whatever reason they never built. When Dad got sick, he
would get a bee in his bonnet about different things. Once he started
to clean out the basement and ran across the kits. After years in his basement,
the kits were shipped to Atlanta where they were constructed, tested and raced!
Hardtail, loosely-coupled steering, road-friction braking. A whole bunch o' fun!