Ain’t Skeered

This is me and my cousin Lauren in the teeniest automobile/go-cart posing as an automobile you have ever seen.  She’s pictured left, in the driver’s seat, and I’m pictured right, being unhelpful and giggling.

I’m not really sure why we own this fierce vehicle with a Harley Davidson sticker. Apparently my papa bought it thinking it was a useful farm vehicle.  Turns out, not so much. It has, however, provided hours of entertainment for his granddaughters.  So, all in all, I would say it was a good investment.

One pleasant, Kentucky afternoon, we set out to trek up old Leslie mountain here (read: small hill) and stalled and nearly went careening down the mountain (read: rolled 10 feet down hill at a snail’s pace), but Cousin Lauren and I ain’t skeered of no mountain and we kept on keepin’ on.

Undeterred, after about 17 of these stall-and-roll episodes (very much unlike the athletic pick-and-roll), we managed to charge up the mountain (minor hill) at 1.7429 miles per hour and made it to the top by what seemed like the following afternoon.  What a journey.

Having arrived on level ground, which proved more agreeable to our peculiar vehicle that I have decided to call Julio, we then toured around on the dirt road and took in the lovely wooded scenery of our family’s farm.

We only ran over a stick and subsequently stalled 4 times.

Then, we began our descent back down old Leslie Mountain (hill).  For our lack of speed traveling up the hill, we certainly made up for it as we flew down the hill in Julio’s alarmingly front-heavy cab, his Barbie Jeep tires barely gripping the grass to prevent our collision with a very dense and at rest object of the bovine variety.

If you look closely in the picture above, you will see that my mouth is open as I am likely screaming for my life or laughing uncontrollably.  Maybe a little bit of both.

Once we reached our resting point, a ditch, I decided to drive.

Did I mention that I had never driven a manual transmission before….?

All parties left the scene unharmed, in case you were wondering.

Y’all come back now, ya hear?


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