We did a little exploring of the roads with Nana this past Sunday, and drove by a billboard advertising Go-Kart City.\u00a0Naturally, we had to track it down.<\/p>\n
After a few wrong turns, we spotted it on the other side of a\u00a0divided highway. It looked impressive, with a long twisting track out front, batting cages in back, and a putt-putt golf course in back. Despite that, there were no people to be seen.<\/p>\n
“I think it’s closed,” \u00a0I said as we drove by.<\/p>\n
“No it’s not,” my oldest said.<\/p>\n
“Nobody’s on the track, the lights are off, and I don’t see anyone in the parking lot.”<\/p>\n
“So?”<\/p>\n
“So that pretty much means its closed,” I said. “And it’s going to be a serious pain to do a u-turn on this road.”<\/p>\n
“Da-ad!”<\/p>\n
“Okay, okay. But if we get there and it’s closed, you have to do the Teapot Dance, right there in the parking lot.”<\/p>\n
He didn’t even hesitate. “Deal.”<\/p>\n
I pulled into a left turn lane, made a U-turn that probably wasn’t illegal, and we drove to the parking lot. To my surprise, it wasn’t empty, after all. The cars had just been hidden by a hill. In the rearview mirror, I saw the kids grinning.<\/p>\n
“Go check it out,” I said, pulling into a parking space.<\/p>\n
They were back in no time, grinning even wider than before. It was, in fact, open.<\/p>\n
As we walked to the ticket counter, my youngest son nudged me. “Doesn’t this mean you have to do the Teapot Dance?”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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