Never raced competitively, but had a cart as a kid back in the '70s. It was a homemade jobby I bought from a friend who lived a few blocks over from me. He sold it to buy a racing cart. For homemade, it was very well-made, and it was ridiculously fast. I used to ride it all around our neighborhood, which was mostly a closed area on the edge of town, no through roads, so there was little traffic. At some point, someone started complaining to the police. I was fortunate to know most of the city's police, as several of them lived near me, including the chief just two doors down our street. One officer, who lived a street over, would show up to pull me over and go through the whole "license and insurance" babble every time. I'd remind him that I was 12 years old and that he knew I didn't have a license. He'd give me the same lecture every time about driving underage in an unlicensed vehicle, blah blah blah, then ask me to stop terrorizing the neighborhood. One time, he asked me why I didn't ride it when he wasn't on duty. I told him that someone else might actually write me a ticket or impound my cart. He shook his head and walked back to his car, asking me to be safe. Good times. In hindsight, stupid to be driving something that fast and that small on city streets ... but, good times nonetheless.
