The wife (Nancy) got a letter from her cousin in Michigan today and this picture was with it. It's the youngest kid (Jeff) on a go cart I built them many moons ago. He's about 8 here, his brother (Mike) must have been 10. Boy! did that bring back memories. We didn't have any money back then (like we do now?) so we had to scrounge. Lets see.... The motor was from the edgier, the frame was bed rails, the seat was an old ironing board, the best part was the front axle, we made that from the bumper jack from the car. good thing we didn't have any flats for a while. I remember when I was working on the steering Mike was out in the garage watching. When I gave the steering wheel a couple of test turns, he pipes up with, "how come when you turn it that way the wheels turn this way?". Damn kids, I think I sent him to bed while I spent the rest of the night redoing it. It was a real piece of crap but the kids had a ball on it. They had the back yard plowed up pretty good. Transmission, differential? Get real, one speed, and we powered one rear wheel. The clutch was an inspiration,  at least I thought so, the motor was mounted on a hinged board, when it dropped down it tightened a belt and away they went, wait there's more, the throttle was attached to the frame which didn't move, so when the board dropped down to tighten the belt, the throttle opened. We had it rigged up to a petal and it was all spring loaded (off) so it was almost like an automatic. Everything was going along fine till one day the wife (Nancy) was on the back porch watching them, very disapproving as I remember, when all of a sudden she steps off the porch right in front of Jeff, BAMM he runs into her and knocks her down. It might not have been so bad if he'd of stopped, but he just backed up and drove around her leaving her laying there. Needless to say, that was the end of the go cart.