Even the stupidest members our go-cart project were smart enough (scared enough) of the machine that they wanted nothing to do with it. After they saw me and 2 others attempt to control the beast... they realized that death was a certainty if we continued to play with the toy. It got very little traction due to the HUGE amount of torque. The back wheels did a lot of spinning and the front wheels did little for steering. It did out of control donuts and was terrifying to drive at high speed. I have been on racing carts (not amusment park crap, but real racers before.... they had real suspensions, balanced wheels with lots of surface area, and nowhere near that kind of power.. and they did 80 MPH easily... just not 0-80 like this contraption did. It was more like a dragster and handle in the corners about as well as one.
Trebuchet.. Yeah, I have thought about building one a few times. Thats another good way to get into trouble.
maitawn, no it was in Myrtle Beach SC. The test track was the parking lot of our condo complex... parked cars, grass islands and all. I honestly had the shakes after my second ride. Something in my core begged to keep going... I thought I was being a wus until the rest of the gang who is as fearless, had the same reaction. Were talkin guys who drive 9 second drag cars, race F1 superbikes (they guys on TV) and guys who were Abrams tank gunners and drivers. Not a sinlge one of us wanted anything to do with the death machine.
Sorry to get so OT.... it's kinda funny though, it's been years since I even thought about that insane afternoon. The story about how the bike got run over is just as funny
A friend was out of gas pushing the bike to the gas station up the street from the condo. Redneck in big truck with big tires and big rebel flag swerved at him and threw an empty bottle, bouncing it off of said freinds head. Said friend instantly flew the universal sign of discontent and verbalized his feelings to said redneck as the truck sped away. Said redneck (seeing the universal sign of discontent in his rearview mirror, slammed on the brakes, threw bigfoot in reverse reaching a speed of at least 30 miles an hour and backed over the bike as said friend dove out of the way. Mr redneck then slammed bigfoot into drive and ran over the bike again for good measure while flying the bird and yelleing something in redneckese as he sped away, glass packs vibrating, V8 roaring and tires sqeeling.
It had to be one of the funniest, most surreal things I think I have ever seen. Even the police officer and insurance adjuster could not contain their laughter.
Anyway back to glass.