Now we're looking at going Go Kart racing, another past time which discriminates against solidly built fellows like myself. Since all the cars have the same engine, which isn't that powerful to begin with, the lightest drivers always come out ahead.

The last (and only) time I went was for Ash's bucks night. I can clearly remember the feeling of utter helplessness as I floored the accelerator while watching all his skinny Greek friends fly past me.
I was teamed up with Con Pappas, and we were meant to switch every 20 laps, although he forgot and did like the last 60 on his own. At the time I was kind of pissed, but looking back it was probably for the best, otherwise I would have still been going round that damn track with everyone else done and ready to leave.
I'm hoping that maybe this is all a trick, pretending like we're not going quad bike riding because everyone found out that we were, then surprising us all at the last minute. I don't think our management is that devious though.
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