i am attempting to put a go cart engine on my sting ray bike, i just need to figure out a way to put a dirt bike sprocket on the left side of the tire. if i can get the sprocket on then i can adjust engine to it so i can never have to pedal agin!!!!….until i run outta gas lol

please help with suggestions and pictures if you can

Ticket in mobile home park, no real speed limit signs?
Regarding non conforming speed limit, and placement/type of speed limit sign.
I live in a mobile home park. Recently recieved a ticket for 20mph in a 15mph. I was told that he couldn’t let anyone slide, because the park office asked that they crack down on speed demons flying through the park. I know the people in the park office. They not only speed around here in their car, but also in a Golf Cart…I have said countless times to my wife…"I can’t believe how fast the people in the office drive through here, you would figure they would be the ones to be driving properly". Then, there are some people that come through here well over 30mph…really flying…
Everyone goes through here well over 20mph. Im serious, you would need well over 50 squad cars with officers, because everyone coming through here would get pulled over.
The speed limit signs here are about 4 feet off the ground, and homemade. Out of engraved wood, thats says Slow, Children at Play, with a picture silhouette of a girl running, and under that, it says in even smaller lettering(about 4inch lettering) 15 MPH….
IT DOES NOT SAY SPEED LIMIT at all. Though there are other homemade signs that do say SPEED LIMIT 15MPH….but not until you get further into the park…
I came through the entrance, turned right, which you will see the sign that says Slow, Children at Play 15MPH. Now, this street has a very slight downhill grade, so you would have to ride your brake to prevent from going over 15mph. If I take my foot off the pedals, from a stop, my vehicle will go past 15mph…The officer was waiting at the curve. I never passed or came up to a sign that says SPEED LIMIT 15MPH…
Now, there are some people, that are definately going to fast…but compared to what Ive seen, I am far from the real problem..
Do you think I would be able to fight this ticket, regarding non conforming speed limit signs, and speed limits that do not conform to drivers habits….????
Thanks
Also, for those who are going to say, "Do the crime, do the time", if that were the case, there would be no such thing as plea bargins, reduced charges, or any other types of deals that are cut in the "so full of holes and double standards" justice system….
Also, thanks for the responses thus far….

I was watching a newer episode of jon and kate plus 8 when kate and mady went to sandiego and they had this really cool pedal kart. i really want to get one. so i researched and i couldnt find any like that. could you guys help me find a cheap one simialar to that one in a low price range. or u know what just find some like that and give me a price. thanks so much!!!!!

someone told me that u can pull on the gas pedal line and then you can go as fast as you want. Was not sure if this was true or if there is another way and gain the same result.

ok,i had this dream…and i wanna know,does this dream mean anything?or is it just a jumble of stuff from my subconcious?

Okay,i’m riding around my neighborhood on my bike and i stop at this park thing where a buncha kids are at, which is weird ’cause theres nothing close to a park in my neighorhood and so im just doing something, and i start kinda dancing like a ballerina…i dont like em, i just like the grace and stuff and i can’t really dance ballet. so then i stop,ride around and i come back,and the boys whistle n stuff at me cause i guess the wind flipped up my skirt, i dont usually wear skirts,and is showing my panties,so i pull it back down and start heading home when their dorky boy who’s from middle or highschool asks me if i wanna go out.i say no and keep riding.so i’m mumbling to myself how i dont wanna date and things,then suddenly i realize he’s following me,so im pedalling faster and faster,trying to lose him but it’s hard. so i turn down this street and i see this old friend in the neighborhood as a kid again in their family’s van,and i kinda beg her to help,she looks at me then the guy,who’s suddenly in a go-cart and she says to me,"uh-uh,i dont like him" so i yell over my shoulder,"but i dont like him either!" so i keep riding and i’m near my street and i glance over,and he’s in a car with some man,and i scream,"go away or i swear to god i’ll call the police"as i pull out my cellphone and wave it at them to prove i will.dork boy gets out and starts following me and i get the feeling he has a gun,so im pedalling and i look down at my phone,watching my fingers press 911,then i wake up.
ok,im 15.the guys have NEVER shown intrest in me.and im an athiest.-_-

Intro
It was time. The year was 1737, it was America’s turn. Their turn to elect and decide. There were only two choices, but if the population voted inadequately, America would start spiraling into devastation. Our country would crumble; greedy, rich men would be the worst dictators the world has seen. Most Americans would be scared. The nation would be classified into two very drastic categories. To us, in the present, it would seem very hard to live a hard life like this. But for the Americans now, after the horrible decision, it seems as if this is the life, like you can’t get any better than this. And our world will become very bleak. And unfortunately, on the day of May 2, America voted poorly.

Chapter One
I opened my sleepy eyes and stared up at my plain gray ceiling, of my plain grey box house. Groggily, I turned to my old alarm clock which was now reading 4:37.
Oh crud, I thought thinking about my bosses infuriated red face. I slept in almost thirty minutes! I had to hurry and get ready or who knows the consequence. I hurried and put on my plain work uniform as I did every day for three years. On the bright side, I could easily get ready in less than five minutes.
Over half of all people inhabiting America live the same exact life as me. Same grey box house. As well as the same job as working for our ‘master’. Our greedy king, Charles, has issued that all humans earning fewer than twenty thousand dollars when he first started ruling, must live in these poorly built houses and serve to the rich. But if you were exceeding that twenty thousand, the king provided money to you so you may live the life of luxury. He chose this, because in his exact words, the poor are dirty scum that knows absolutely nothing. And that one sentence, compared to what other ghastly words slip out of his mouth, makes him sound like a charming person.
After pulling on my mandatory grey jacket, I walked down my bumpy cement steps and walked to the side of my box to retrieve my old bike. As I was pedaling down the gravel road, I noticed my King Charles sticker plastered on my handlebars was peeling. I ripped it off and threw it to my side. I kept peddling and saw most of the bikes were out of the driveway in my neighborhood.
I don’t have many friends, not including my master. Most masters were quite harsh to their employees. Once the non-wealthy turned eighteen, they were immediately assigned their ‘master’. Jonathon, my boss, and his wife Rachel were actually really nice people.
I reached my masters house which was a huge two story building. I parked my bike inside the open garage which also housed two fairly new cars. Walking up their smooth steps, I slipped out my rusty key unlocking the door to their family room. I found my master, Jonathon, resting his feet on the leather ottoman placed in the center of the open room. He looked up and muttered something under his breath as he got up to greet me.
I spoke before I let him. “I know I’m late, but I can explain.” I droned on about how my tire popped and had to get it fixed and so on. He totally bought it and instructed me to go to the local store, as he was handing me what seemed to be a grocery list.
For the second time that day I rode my bike along the roads. I reached the store where the ‘dirty scums’ shop. I walked in and saw many faces wearing the same plain jacket on, all probably shopping for their masters, considering this shop was in the middle of the city. A guy, probably not caring, asked me if I needed help with my shopping. I told him no, I had been here almost every day and knew this store inside and out. I pulled out a cart and wheeled it to the small produce section looking for a fresh pineapple, Jonathon’s favorite. I finally decided on a quite large one, and returned to the list. The next item was a can of soup. I pushed my cart to the soup and noodle aisle. I got a headache from all of the pictures of our king plastered on every can and box. I picked out one endorsed by the king that was beef and vegetable.
After picking out all the food, I headed toward the checkout line. I grabbed my bags and headed to find my bike among the thousands. I noticed on my ride home that my bike was the only one in the lot, that didn’t have a King Charles sticker placed on it. All of these bone-headed people thought that the king was the best person in the world. They all looked up to him, but don’t you see where we are right now? With plain grey boxes as houses. I sighed knowing no one would ever change their thoughts about the ‘marvelous’ king.
I parked my bike once again in the garage and headed back into the house. Noticing that Jonathon or his wife Rachel wasn’t in the spacious room, I set the groceries on the counter and started the daily chores.
After a long day working, I pulled up to my house at around nine o’clock. As I walked in, I hung my coat up, sat down and turned on the small television Jonathon had given me. The face of a popul

i am a teenager living in a suburban neighborhood. just for the thrill i would like to be able to sit in something that i can make move by pressing the pedal (like a go kart and golf kart). the reason i am not considering both those karts is b/c they are very costly. ranging from 400-2000$ is not in my area.

anything you can think of that is cheap, but can also be provided an experience like a go kart and golf kart is greatly appreciated.

37 yo sane man with a bicycle, a cart and a cat will be homeless Saturday. No destination from where I am seems to be my fate. I have applied to truck driving school but must wait until Nov for license clean. I have to my name until 8/3 when I get 0 dd into bank w debit card. I have no discernable talents except kitchen related. I am scared. Not in best of health due to smoking habits I am going to break on bike ride out of here to ? I don’t know where to go, or what to do. No way I leave my cat. I’ll be pedaling from Lee, Fl.
There is no assistance from friends. Any words?

I have a 1995 club car golf cart with a gas powered engine in it. I was just having a little fun driving it around the house, nothing crazy, its so bumpy i went kinda slow. It now does not want to start much (i put the pedal in and it is going, but does not actually move forward until holding it down about 6 seconds. and when its going, it acts like it wants to die. it just shuts off as im driving. What is wrong? My 2 guesses are gas filter clogged, or overheated maybe? it is hot outside and the engine is really hot. can you tell me what you think is wrong?

Do you ever go look at the meats, fruits, dairy products, cereals, breads, soups, frozen foods, then walk away feeling like an utter failure in life…with nearly empty cart…wondering what on earth you’ll eat tonight…as you climb onto your bike, that has no pedals…ans ride whichever way the wind is blowing?

please tell me I’m not the only loser on planet earth.

I live in Canada an want to buy a Destroyer Rock Band Pedal from www.rockbandpedal.net. When I go to their site and add press "Add to Cart", it takes me to the PayPal website where I can use PayPal or a credit card to pay for it. I don’t have PayPal or a credit card and was wondering if I can use a prepaid MasterCard to pay for it.

See the End from the Beginning
Elder Dieter F. Uchtdorf
Of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles
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Dieter F. Uchtdorf, “See the End from the Beginning,” Ensign, May 2006, 42–45

If you trust the Lord and obey Him, … He will help you achieve the great potential He sees in you.

My dear brethren, it is wonderful and humbling to be with you in this worldwide assembly of priesthood holders. I love and admire you. I feel honored to be counted as one of you. I salute you who have the authority to act in the name of God and to perform ordinances which are a vital source of eternal strength and energy for the well-being of mankind.

I will speak today to you wonderful young men who are preparing to make a difference in the world—you who have entered the ranks of the Aaronic Priesthood and you who have already received the sacred oath and covenant of the Melchizedek Priesthood. The priesthood you bear is a wonderful force for good. You live in a time of great challenges and opportunities. As spirit sons of heavenly parents, you are free to make the right choices. This requires hard work, self-discipline, and an optimistic outlook, which will bring joy and freedom into your life now and in the future.

The Lord said to Abraham, “My name is Jehovah, and I know the end from the beginning; therefore my hand shall be over thee” (Abr. 2:8). My young friends, today I say to you that if you trust the Lord and obey Him, His hand shall be over you, He will help you achieve the great potential He sees in you, and He will help you to see the end from the beginning.

Allow me to share with you an experience from my own boyhood. When I was 11 years old, my family had to leave East Germany and begin a new life in West Germany overnight. Until my father could get back into his original profession as a government employee, my parents operated a small laundry business in our little town. I became the laundry delivery boy. To be able to do that effectively, I needed a bicycle to pull the heavy laundry cart. I had always dreamed of owning a nice, sleek, shiny, sporty red bicycle. But there had never been enough money to fulfill this dream. What I got instead was a heavy, ugly, black, sturdy workhorse of a bicycle. I delivered laundry on that bike before and after school for quite a few years. Most of the time, I was not overly excited about the bike, the cart, or my job. Sometimes the cart seemed so heavy and the work so tiring that I thought my lungs would burst, and I often had to stop to catch my breath. Nevertheless, I did my part because I knew we desperately needed the income as a family, and it was my way to contribute.

If I had only known back then what I learned many years later—if I had only been able to see the end from the beginning—I would have had a better appreciation of these experiences, and it would have made my job so much easier.

Many years later, when I was about to be drafted into the military, I decided to volunteer instead and join the Air Force to become a pilot. I loved flying and thought being a pilot would be my thing.

To be accepted for the program I had to pass a number of tests, including a strict physical exam. The doctors were slightly concerned by the results and did some additional medical tests. Then they announced, “You have scars on your lung which are an indication of a lung disease in your early teenage years, but obviously you are fine now.” The doctors wondered what kind of treatment I had gone through to heal the disease. Until the day of that examination I had never known that I had any kind of lung disease. Then it became clear to me that my regular exercise in fresh air as a laundry boy had been a key factor in my healing from this illness. Without the extra effort of pedaling that heavy bicycle day in and day out, pulling the laundry cart up and down the streets of our town, I might never have become a jet fighter pilot and later a 747 airline captain.

We don’t always know the details of our future. We do not know what lies ahead. We live in a time of uncertainty. We are surrounded by challenges on all sides. Occasionally discouragement may sneak into our day; frustration may invite itself into our thinking; doubt might enter about the value of our work. In these dark moments Satan whispers in our ears that we will never be able to succeed, that the price isn’t worth the effort, and that our small part will never make a difference. He, the father of all lies, will try to prevent us from seeing the end from the beginning.

Fortunately, you young priesthood holders of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints are taught by prophets, seers, and revelators of our day. The First Presidency said: “We have great confidence in you. You are choice spirits. … You are at the beginning of your journey through this mortal life. Your Heavenly Father wants your life to be joyful and to lead you back into His presence. The decisions you make now will determine much of what will follow during your life and throughout eternity” (For the Strength of Youth [2001], 2). “You have a responsibility to learn what Heavenly Father wants you to do and then to do your best to follow His will” (Aaronic Priesthood: Fulfilling Our Duty to God [2001], 4).

How deeply grateful I am for the inspired leadership of our dear President Gordon B. Hinckley, the prophet of God in our time, and his noble counselors. Their prophetic view helps you to see the end from the beginning.

The Lord loves you; that is why He has given you commandments and the words of prophets to guide you on your journey through life. Some of the most important guidelines for your life are found in the pamphlet For the Strength of Youth. The physical appearance of this little paper booklet would qualify it for the scriptural description “Out of small things proceedeth that which is great” (D&C 64:33). The pamphlet itself has little material value, perhaps just a few cents. But the doctrine and principles it presents are an invaluable treasure. You young men who are already 18 or older, if you don’t have this booklet anymore, make sure to get one, keep it, and use it. This little booklet is a gem for any age group. It contains standards which are sacred symbols representing our membership in the Church.

I call your attention to the fact that For the Strength of Youth, the accompanying Guidebook for Parents and Leaders of Youth, and the temple recommend of the Church all have a picture of the Salt Lake Temple imprinted on the front. The temple is the binding link between generations, in this life and for eternity. All the temples have been dedicated for the same purpose: to assist in accomplishing the divine work and glory of God, our Eternal Father, “to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man” (Moses 1:39). These temples are sacred structures in which eternal questions are answered, truths are taught, and ordinances performed so that we can live with an understanding of our divine inheritance as children of God and with an awareness of our potential as eternal beings. The house of the Lord helps you to see the end from the beginning.

Just as the temples of God are sacred, so are your temporal bodies. The Apostle Paul said:

“Know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?

“For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God’s” (1 Cor. 6:19–20).

My dear fellow priesthood holders of all ages and in all places around this world, let us use our thoughts, our minds and hearts, and our bodies with the respect and dignity worthy of a sacred temple given to us by our Heavenly Father.

The prophets of our day have promised you, my friends, that as you keep the standards given in For the Strength of Youth and “live by the truths in the scriptures, you will be able to do your life’s work with greater wisdom and skill and bear trials with greater courage. You will have the help of the Holy Ghost. … You will be worthy to go to the temple to receive holy ordinances. These blessings and many more can be yours” (For the Strength of Youth, 2–3).

We know that God keeps His promises. We need to fulfill our part to receive His blessings. The Prophet Joseph Smith taught that “when we obtain any blessing from God, it is by obedience to that law upon which it is predicated” (D&C 130:21).

Every member who wants to go to the temple, regardless of age, needs to prepare for this sacred experience. Certain questions will be asked by your bishop and stake president, who hold keys of priesthood authority and are common judges in the Church. These vital questions will include: Are you honest? Are you morally clean? Do you keep the Word of Wisdom? Do you obey the law of tithing? And do you sustain the authorities of the Church? The answers to these key questions reflect your attitudes and actions.

You younger men might not be aware that the standards set by the Lord in the temple recommend questions are very similar to the standards found in For the Strength of Youth. In times of calmness but also in times of greatest temptation, these standards and the guidance of the Holy Ghost will help you make the right choices about your education, friends, dress and appearance, entertainment, media and the Internet, your language, proper dating, sexual purity, honesty, Sabbath-day observance, and service to others. How you apply these standards will say much about who you are and what you seek to become.

The Lord wants you, my young friends, to desire with all your heart to keep these standards and live by the gospel truths found in the scriptures. As you do this, you will see beyond the moment, and you will see your bright and wonderful future with great opportunities and responsibilities. You will be willing to work hard and endure long, and you will have an optimistic outlook on life. You will see that your life’s road will lead you to the house of the Lord first and then to serve a full-time mission, representing the Savior wherever He will send you. After your mission you will organize and plan your life based on the same standards. Therefore, in your mind’s eye you will see yourself entering the house of the Lord for an eternal marriage and family. Your priorities in life will change to match the priorities given to us by the Savior. And God will bless you and open the eyes of your understanding so you can see the end from the beginning.

Living the standards set in For the Strength of Youth will make you feel good about yourself. Write those standards into your heart and mind, and live accordingly. Compare each of those standards with where you are today. Listen to the Spirit, who will teach you what you need to do to become more like Jesus. If you recognize a need for change, make the change; don’t procrastinate. Use true repentance and the gift and power of the Atonement of Jesus Christ to clear up those things that are keeping you from reaching your true potential. If this process appears tough, hang in there; it is worth it. The Lord has a promise for you as He had for the Prophet Joseph: “Know thou, my son, that all these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good” (D&C 122:7).

Now, my dear grandfathers, fathers, uncles, brothers, and friends of our young people, we can be of great help in this process. King Benjamin taught that when parents are truly converted, they “will teach [their children] to walk in the ways of truth and soberness [and] will teach them to love one another, and to serve one another” (Mosiah 4:15). It has been said, “Teaching by example is one way to teach.” I would say, “Teaching by example is the best way to teach.”

Please teach our young people by your example of being a temple-worthy priesthood holder. Your good life, your love for God and fellow men, your applied testimony of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ will be a convincing power to our youth, and it will help them to see the end from the beginning.

My dear young friends, please perfect your lives in living these standards given by the prophets of our day. As you do this, step-by-step, day after day, you will honor the priesthood and you will be prepared to make a difference in the world. You will also be on the right track to return with honor to our Heavenly Father.

My dear fellow servants of the priesthood, I promise you today that when you follow this pattern, the Lord will help you to make more out of your life than you ever can by yourself. He will help you always to see the end from the beginning!

Of this I testify as an Apostle of the Lord, our Savior, and in the sacred name of Jesus Christ, amen.

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I have a 1994 Ez Go gas golf cart that we just bought. While you are driving it will die. You can let off the gas completely and press the pedal back down and will start and go again. It runs fine other than this. What could be causing this? And how do i fix it?

I was golfing one time in a foursome. We had 2 carts, and for the first 9 holes my friend Blake drove our cart.
At hole 10 we teed off and then I hopped in the driver’s seat.
Blake got into the passenger side.
The path went down a steep, narrow, sharp curve with trees on either side.
There was a sign that read "steep hill – please slow down".
I floored it.
As I made my decent I quickly realized that I had made a terrible mistake.
There was no way I could make the turn at the speed which I was travelling.
I hastily slammed the break pedal.
The rear end fishtailed to the right, slamming into the trunk of a large tree.
It ricocheted off to the left, smashing another tree.
The breaks were not doing any good at all and we were headed straight for a tree that came up from the base, and split off into two symmetric upward straights.
I could tell that the cart would pass in between the two sections of the tree, but beyond it was a 6 foot drop onto the fairway below.
Blake jumped out, tucked and rolled onto the ground.
I couldn’t risk it either, and jumped out soon after.
The cart carried on, unmanned, unchanged in its trajectory towards the inevitable plummet.
It barely scraped through the split tree and plummeted down to the grassy plateau below.
I watched as it continued to speed through the fairway, and hurriedly sped after it.
I jumped down the small cliff and sprinted to the left side of the hurtling pile of scrap.
Hopped back into the seat, suppressed the breaks and finally brought it to a stop.

Long story short, the machine was wrecked.

I need a really cool, really short way to describe this tale.
I am asking in R&S because I know there are a lot of crazy people here.
Nuts make great story tellers, as we can see with people like H.P. Lovecraft.

Can you help me out?

Pls. HELP. We appreciate you taking time to read and answer! We have a beautifully bright 3 year old soon to be 4 in Oct. I recently scheduled an apt. w/ her pediatrician as a few odd things her father and I have noticed in her development. Also our other daughter’ speech therapist made a comment a month ago as to which daughter she needs to be seeing as it seems that our daughter in question has many oral motor issues. Another event that transpired this trip to the pediatricians is: we were at the store and as usual, she fussed about sitting on the bench seat-shopping cart. She did however and when I went to move the cart (not jerking just as I had the entire time) she fell off the bench not once but twice She fussed about getting back on and I asked her to sit back in the seat like her sister. She lost it and started to cry and say that “I just can’t sit like that!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can’t” I immediately had a light bulb moment…all this time I thought she was being courageous (another positive form of defiant) in other areas as well see list below. She went on to tell me “I know I will hold the safety bar the hole time.” You what she did. I do not like to let her walk because she holds on to the cart so tightly that I am fighting against her pull and yet I still have to push the other two kids and the load of groceries. As we all know it is only a matter of time before things get ugly so I must get in and get out.
We have been working with her to ride her trike a challenge and she tantrums every time we even bring the idea up. At the beginning of summer, we placed elastic bands on the pedals for her feet as she could not pedal the bike per advisement of my other daughter’s Occupational Therapist. This helped although she cannot get her feet inside the bands by herself and it is almost as if you are fighting her legs and her feet to get them in there. She wears a helmet, elbow and kneepads. Any sort of slightly uneven surface and she falls. Also, the other day I was walking behind her on flat and level surface (not uphill) and I blinked and the trike was flipped handlebars and seat on the ground. She was laying 5 or 6 feet away on her stomach and earth shattering screaming. I immediately went over; consoled her, got her calmed down, and treated her scraps. The next day the same exact thing happened. I am completely bewildered by this and wonder why she does not try to brace her fall? Just today she was out with a sitter, tripped over her own two feet, and completely scraped up the side of her stomach, arms, legs, and cheek. The babysitter said it was as if she tripped on air she still does not understand how this happened. The babysitter commented that she landed face down and thought that it was odd as she falls a lot.
Yes I know toddlers have grey areas of development and perhaps odd behaviors but my husband and I are concerned as we made this list together and are overwhelmed with the things that bother her. Pls. read the list and determine in your opinion is this normal toddler development? We DO NOT want to turn a molehill into a mountain but would rather be proactive than do nothing. Thanks!!!
Note: Her brother has hypotonia does that run in the family? The events or concerns listed have happened more than a few times so much so that we are concerned and we feel do not have to do w/ lack of sleep or discipline. We strongly believe in setting our kids up for success and will go the extra mile to do so and believe that we must be as positive as possible in our words and our actions. We do not discuss their weaknesses in front of them as they are all under 6 hence we are concerned about this peds. apt. and how she will feel while we discuss these issues in front of her. Any thoughts on that?
Gross Motor
-W sitting
-much encouragement to learn to and continue to ride trike
-flipping herself and trike several times
-any sort of slightly uneven concrete she falls off bike
-elastic bands to place feet in
-no one can get near her when riding bike except (mommy, daddy or nana)especially not other kids…I think for fear they may make her fall
-fighting legs when putting on shoes, socks or pants
-fighting her legs to put pants
-she cannot take off a shirt by herself
-struggles to get on underwear or pants and pull them up. Difficulty w/ thumb grasp to pull-up pants.
-falling off bench seat on shopping cart (does not like to ride on it) told me one day that she cannot sit well on the bench and has to always hold the safety bar in front).
-Peculiar way of holding hands/wrist when engaging in conversation or telling a story so much so that many people make a comment about her hands.
-peculiar way of holding hands down from wrist at times they seem to dangle
-peculiar way of holding right arm out for balance her arm makes the letter L shape while the left arm is held in real tight w/ hands bent down at wrist…we are noticing this more and more frequently
-cannot and will no
-cannot and will not learn to ride scooter
-does not enjoy to play soccer at the field will say mom “I’ll watch you play”
-pants are always falling down her bottom is always hanging out and she says she does not feel it and struggles to use her thumbs to pull up her pants. She always says she cannot. I always tell her there is no such thing as I cannot it’s I’ll try.
-buttoning or unzipping her pants she cannot do.
-I have never seen her pump her legs on the swing
-Would prefer to talk her way through anything as opposed to actually doing it.
-extreme force when picking up a glass with little in it almost as if her motor planning is off.
- seems to tire easily after riding her bike 6 houses or walking 6 houses she has to take a bike regardless of time of day.
-does not enjoy hugs, kisses or close contact and runs when family members near her to do so especially guests.
-prefers to kiss peoples arms if she must engage in affection
-difficulty sitting still when dressing wash
-runs into things a lot uncoordinated
-does not brace her falls or try to protect herself when she falls.
Expressive Speech/Oral Motor Development
-Large vocabulary
-50% or less others can understand her
-Since Sept. we have been working on drinking from a cup and every meal she spills from her mouth insists on wearing bib because she knows she will dribble.
-refers to herself in 3rd person and we constantly encourage her to use I
-when place room temperature cool whip on her upper lip she cannot lick it away or anywhere in close proximity to her tongue she cannot lick it away.
-it took since Sept to get her to form her lips to kiss
-blowing bubbles/kazoo/flute is difficult as she struggles w/ blowing
-will not eat cold things ice cream, popsicles, etc.
-recently started smacking her cheeks and saying just give me my favorite things I cannot say what I want.

Other
-Does not like wind in face in the car
-does not like water from spray bottle or bath or shower on her hea
-does not like water from spray bottle or bath or shower on her head or body/sprinkler too. We reward allot for good behavior if she does not tantrum which does not always happen.
-difficulty unwinding to get to sleep
-does not like loud noises
-tantrums when hair starts to touch her shoulders said she just does not like it. So we keep it short and cut it every three months and she sits perfectly to get it cut but nearly looses it when the spray bottle comes out.
-unexpected events or routine broken she encounters much difficulty…she has to talk out all situations prior to engaging the night before we found this the best solution to the problem however as life is not always planned it does not always work that way.
-tantrums during most transitions
-worries about which classroom she will be in for her tot class and discusses it the night before and practically the entire way to class
-worries about what craft we will complete or what color shirt her teacher will wear.
-litera
-literally goes into a knock down tantrum when she has to have her nails cut…we have never cut her. We reward if she does not tantrum, which has never happened. Our other children are not bothered by getting their nails clipped.
-Will only drink water or soy vanilla milk (one brand)
-is a thumb sucker so much so that last month she had an infection growing underneath her nail and she sucks it so hard that there is a permanent indentation in the nail.
-must have blanket at home and we only allow it in the car. It never leaves the car. To aide in comfort during outings as we noticed this slightly eases the times spent out of the house.
Forgot to add we let her walk now in stores regardless of the tight pull on the cart as this is what is best for her.

LOL…that got your interest didn’t it. Me and my hubby are going to a go-kart track tonight, you know where you race go-karts against each other? Well, the last time we went, he bumped my cart which sent me spinning so of course I lost. He keeps saying he’s going to win again tonight. I’d love to beat him this time. I had the pedal to the floor last time and still couldn’t beat him! How can I beat him, other than cheating, which he obviously did by bumping me the last time, and do you think this kind of competition with each other is healthy? It’s all in fun!

Is mario cart wii going to come with a foot pedal? cause i know it comes with a steering wheel.

The solenoid that engages the gas engine starter via the throttle (foot-pedal) was very warm during a preliminary inspection. I want to be certain before going into town to purchase parts. It appears to be a multifunction solenoid located inside the eng. compartment and is wired to the ignition switch, battery, armature, and a relay switch,(forw.-rev.)? All the wiring and battery terminals are OK, the key ignition switch checks out OK. I disconnected the (new) battery to de-energize solenoid with no success. What’s next?

Could I drive them on the sidewalk to my friends house? Like an electric go-cart almost, but the the Caddilac Escaldes that little kids ride around on. I was think of making a bigger one so I could drive to my friends house about 2 mile away. Is it legal to ride that even though I am under 16. It would be electric and I live in California. Would I have to wear a helmet? What are the laws.
Thanks
Mason

NOTE: the vehcile would consist of real road car tires (small ones an electric engine, maybe 2. It would have a seat, but probably no windscreen, I mean, we are talking bare bones go cart. Just to save me pedaling and walking 2 miles. tia!

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"ding dong"…
"ding dong"…
Please answer!
The huge oak door creaks open slowly and there stands the most beautiful man I have ever seen, the man that graces every one of my dreams. The man I would sell my soul for.
He flashes a mouth full of perfect white teeth. His aviator lenses glint in the harsh sunlight. He holds out a sparkly gloved hand. THE sparkly gloved hand.
"Hi, I’m Michael. I’ve been expecting you" Such a simple sentence. But one that makes my heart beat uncontrollably.
I curse myself for hesitating to grab his hand. Maybe it is the huge snake, tenderly known as Muscles, coiled around his body. Or maybe it’s the fact that my palms are getting increasingly sweatier by the second.
Deep breaths. Take deep breaths I tell myself.
"Hello. Michael. I’m Lauren."
The next thing I remember is waking up on a comfy red couch. Mannequins of all shapes and sizes are hovering over me. I immediately sit up and inspect my surroundings. Oh my God, could this be reality? Am I really inside of his house? And if this is a dream, please don’t wake me up!
A shadow appears over me and I look up. That same beautiful angelic smile is staring back at me.
"Oh! Michael, I’m so so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I’m…"
His laugh interjects my blubbering. It is the single most beautiful laugh I have ever heard. I can’t help myself; a huge smile spreads across my face.
"It’s ok. Really. Don’t worry about it. I’m kind of used to it," He says playfully. "Wanna go see the Ranch?"
"Of course!” I respond a little too quickly and a little too loudly. He giggles, but stoically composes himself. He takes my hand, and we start towards the door.
Minutes later we are racing go-carts around the winding track, taking no prisoners. Funny, I never expected my idol to be so competitive! He swerves in front of my cart, screaming, so innocent and child-like. Then he speeds away. I laugh to myself and press my pedal to the floor in an attempt to catch up with him. I don’t want him to be out of my sight. After about 20 minutes of racing, I see his cart come to a stop on the side. I pull over next to him. A slim but toned arm hangs out of the window. His fingers curl, beckoning me to come closer. I was out of my cart in 2 seconds flat. I made my way over to his window, as unsteady as a drunk. Ha, this man IS pretty intoxicating I think to myself. Leaning into the window I smell a sweet woodsy odor. He even smells amazing!? Oh Lord, please do not let me faint again.
“What do you want?” I question sarcastically, pushing him ever so lightly.
He blesses me with that heart melting smile and steps out of the cart. Before I know it my Roxy flip flops are lifted off of the go-cart track. He is carrying me, heaven only knows where. But I’m not complaining. His breathing is pretty even but I am so worried that I am too heavy for him. He’s muscular, but still so thin! After about 30 seconds of worrying I decide to close my eyes and savor the moment. I feel his heartbeat and at that moment, I knew I could die happy. Michael then flops me onto the grass beside a giant Ferris wheel. I lie on my back and smile up at him. He kneels over my prostrate body holding my arms hostage above my head. My heart must be about to beat out of my chest! I know that he can hear it!
“Don’t move a muscle,” he whispers.
“Your wish is my command,” I manage to say.
Michael then sprints off across the yard. I listen carefully as his footfalls become quieter and quieter. Obeying his command I lie on my back impatiently. My thoughts run wild. Did he desert me? Where did he go? When is he coming back? I drum my fingers against the cool grass to distract myself, I don’t succeed. Suddenly, a blast of cold water hits my face.
“AH!” I yell, wiping my eyes and standing up simultaneously. As soon as my eyes are clear I realize I am looking down the barrel of a gun, a Super Soaker to be exact.
“Oh no! Michael, NO!”
He pays no mind, squirting me mercilessly with the huge yellow and green water gun. I fumble around blindly trying to get my hands on him. I feel something plastic and cool touch my fingers. Revenge! I pick up my recently discovered Super Soaker and begin to pump it with the upmost ferocity. As I reach for the trigger I hear his mesmerizing voice.
“I never lose a water gun fight,” he shouts. We continue to drench each other with water for the next 10 minutes. Though, it was a pretty one sided fight. I feel myself collapsing onto the now soggy ground.
“I surrender,” I gasp. “No more!”
Michael grasps my shoulders and guides me to my feet.
“What did I tell ya?” He giggles. “I NEVER lose a water gun fight.”
I laugh in spite of myself. I begin draining my shirt and brushing off my shorts. I look up; I can feel Michael’s gaze on me through his sunglasses. I nervously purse my lips together and prepare
myself for what is to come next. He leans in slowly and I feel my knees start to buckle. His smell fills my nostrils and my head spins. My fantasy is suddenly cut short.
“Let’s go!” He titters. He grabs my hand and takes off, towing me behind him.
We stroll at a slow pace around the Ranch, my hand in his. There is nothing sexual about the gesture. It just feels…right. Every so often Michael will point out certain attractions, like the Zipper and the SeaDragon, my personal favorites. By now, it is 5 in the afternoon and I realize that I haven’t eaten. Now that my nerves have calmed the hunger hits me in full force. An embarrassing grumble escapes from the depths of my stomach. I cast a quick glance at Michael to see if he heard it. He leans his head slowly towards me with his eyes trained ahead.
“What was that?” he questions.
“Um, nothing.” I stutter, coughing to cover up another earth shattering growl.
“Mmm. I’m sorry Lauren. I’m not a big eater and I forget when I’m with others. How about we go back inside and order something.”
I really have to work on this “lost for words” thing I think to myself. I smile and nod and we make our way back to the house.
Once there, Michael tells me to make myself comfortable and he will get me some food. He brushes past me, bumping my shoulder playfully. I wander aimlessly throughout the mansion trying to convince myself that a human being cannot be perfect. But Michael makes me wonder. I spot a shelf that attracts my interest. I begin to lightly dust off a row of Grammy awards with my fingers.
“Amazing huh?”
I practically jump out of my skin. Michael had appeared by my side so silently it was eerie.
“I thank God everyday for the opportunities and talents He has blessed me with. And my goal is to give the world what I was lucky to rec
. I turn around to face him and realize he has removed his aviators. I look deep into his beautiful brown eyes hoping to see his soul. I see the strength of a person who has been through the unimaginable. But I can also see the fragility of a man who has been robbed of his childhood. He wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me into a tight embrace. I consequently wrap mine around his waist. Our bodies mold together and I feel his heart beating against mine for the second time in one day. I AM the luckiest girl alive.

"ding dong"…
"ding dong"…
Please answer!
The huge oak door creaks open slowly and there stands the most beautiful man I have ever seen, the man that graces every one of my dreams. The man I would sell my soul for.
He flashes a mouth full of perfect white teeth. His aviator lenses glint in the harsh sunlight. He holds out a sparkly gloved hand. THE sparkly gloved hand.
"Hi, I’m Michael. I’ve been expecting you" Such a simple sentence. But one that makes my heart beat uncontrollably.
I curse myself for hesitating to grab his hand. Maybe it is the huge snake, tenderly known as Muscles, coiled around his body. Or maybe it’s the fact that my palms are getting increasingly sweatier by the second.
Deep breaths. Take deep breaths I tell myself.
"Hello. Michael. I’m Lauren."
The next thing I remember is waking up on a comfy red couch. Mannequins of all shapes and sizes are hovering over me. I immediately sit up and inspect my surroundings. Oh my God, could this be reality? Am I really inside of his house? And if this is a dream, please don’t wake me up!
A shadow appears over me and I look up. That same beautiful angelic smile is staring back at me.
"Oh! Michael, I’m so so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I’m…"
His laugh interjects my blubbering. It is the single most beautiful laugh I have ever heard. I can’t help myself; a huge smile spreads across my face.
"It’s ok. Really. Don’t worry about it. I’m kind of used to it," He says playfully. "Wanna go see the Ranch?"
"Of course!” I respond a little too quickly and a little too loudly. He giggles, but stoically composes himself. He takes my hand, and we start towards the door.
Minutes later we are racing go-carts around the winding track, taking no prisoners. Funny, I never expected my idol to be so competitive! He swerves in front of my cart. He screams, so innocent and child-like, and speeds away. I laugh to myself and press my pedal to the floor in an attempt to catch up with him. I don’t want him to be out of my sight. After about 20 minutes of racing, I see his cart come to a stop on the side. I pull over next to him. A slim but toned arm hangs out of the window. His fingers curl, beckoning me to come closer. I was out of my cart in 2 seconds flat. I made my way over to his window, as unsteady as a drunk. Ha, this man IS pretty intoxicating I think to myself. Leaning into the window I smell a sweet woodsy odor. He even smells amazing!? Oh Lord, please do not let me faint again.
“What do you want?” I question sarcastically, pushing him ever so lightly.
He flashes that heart melting smile and steps out of the cart. Before I know it my Roxy flip flops are lifted off of the go-cart track. He is carrying me, heaven only knows where. But I’m not complaining. His breathing is pretty even but I am so worried that I am too heavy for him. He’s muscular, but still so thin! After about 30 seconds of worrying I decide to close my eyes and savor the moment. I feel his heartbeat and it is the best feeling I have ever experienced. Michael then flops me onto the grass beside a giant Ferris wheel. I lie on my back and smile up at him. He kneels over my prostrate body holding my arms hostage above my head. My heart must be about to beat out of my chest! I know that he can hear it!
“Don’t move a muscle,” he whispers.
“Your wish is my command,” I manage to say.

… To be continued.

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I’d wager Obama’s Road-Machine would outpace Hillary’s Hill-Dasher any day. As for Giuliani’s Metal-Pedal Monster, he best kick it into gear if he’s to catch up with McCain’s Coup De Pain!

That little go-cart way back near the starting line? That’s Kucinich. But he gets points for showing anyway!

I want one that could use a little fixing up. It needs to have a working engine and pedals. Doesn’t have to have a brake. It doesn’t need a roll cage. Preferably a one seater that can reach 15 to 20 mph. Gas powered if possible. Price range of 50 to 200 dollars. I would kinda like it if you could ship it. Could pay. I live near Hutchinson Kansas so if you live near there we could pick it up. Not sure if I will buy for sure but I am considering it. Thanks.

If you can email me pics to zmanzman45@gmail.com Thanks

i want to put a lawn mower engine on a ket car. a ket car is a small pedal car that children can play with put I’m tired of pedaling and want to use it as a go cart. the ket car had gears and a chain and can be built onto. i was wondering how i could attach a lawn mower engine to it but the lawn mower isn’t ride on. can some one tell how to do this.

go here to see what it looks like(this isnt the same one i have mine is older and can have parts added to it and is also made of metal) http://www.kfamilytoys.com/images/KET_KABRIO_8857090.jpg

To make it MOVE and MOVE only. For eg on a go-cart…

1- Engine
2-Gas
3-Air Filter
4-Drivetrain
5-Transmission and clutch
6-Steering
7-Wheels
8-Pedals
What else?