Wheels

Dad had a weakness for anything with wheels. We could seldom agree on music, clothes, food, or manners, but usually agreed on what was useful or good looking in a vehicle.
Grandpa Freyer and Dad decided to build a go cart out of electrical tubing. I wasn't old enough to be much help, but in Grandpa's garage was an acetylene welder and this was my introduction to welding. Most acetylene welding doesn't require grinding, but my first welds needed a lot of grinding, and I suspected that Dad and Grandpa added some so there was more grinding (work for me) to be done. The steering was an engineering marvel, and it worked great. I don't remember what it had for brakes.
The engine was a 3 hp Briggs and Stratton, and it didn't have a recoil starter, just a wheel you wrapped a rope around and pulled to start. You quickly learned to keep the rope with you, as it could be a long walk back if the motor died and you had no way to start it.
Our neighbor, Chuck Castle, had a go cart or two and a track behind the yard shed. We did manage to get some laps in on that track, but we put more miles on that go cart in our own yard. So much for nice grass.
We moved to the country in 1963, and there was a lot of room for the go cart. A dirt road ran next to the Papio Creek, and for the first time we could run at full throttle. Dad soon learned that full throttle had to be turned down for Darrell, as he didn't quite understand the connection between the steering wheel and the front wheels.