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I have fond memories of a go-cart track in Wisconsin Dells.
There were varied themes to them.
My favorite one had many sharp curves and we would climb steeply,
to be swallowed by the gigantic wooden Trojan horse.
The track surface would alternate from black top, to wooden slats,
that produced a most satisfying...lubbedy dub sound.
Being so close to the ground gave the impression of a much faster speed.
"Flying Low."
The words time and space, brought back a fond memory.
Peace and joy comrades.
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