We did a little exploring of the roads with Nana this past Sunday, and drove by a billboard advertising Go-Kart City. Naturally, we had to track it down.
After a few wrong turns, we spotted it on the other side of a divided 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.
“I think it’s closed,” I said as we drove by.
“No it’s not,” my oldest said.
“Nobody’s on the track, the lights are off, and I don’t see anyone in the parking lot.”
“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.”
“Okay, okay. But if we get there and it’s closed, you have to do the Teapot Dance, right there in the parking lot.”
He didn’t even hesitate. “Deal.”
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.
“Go check it out,” I said, pulling into a parking space.
They were back in no time, grinning even wider than before. It was, in fact, open.
As we walked to the ticket counter, my youngest son nudged me. “Doesn’t this mean you have to do the Teapot Dance?”