Hi, I am making a pedal cart and for the steering I need threaded rod with ball joints on the end and I need to know where to find them. Can you help me? Would they have them at Lowe’s or what? Here’s a pic of what I need. It’s the rod that goes from the tires to the middle. Thanks!

http://www.thenorwoodhome.com/category/pedal-car/

I replaced the controler and silinoid on my EZ-Go marathon series cart. when I push the pedal it only has one speed and that is fast no matter how hard I press the pedal
Any Ideas?

Where can I find one? Preferably one with a steering wheel. Basically a pedal go cart

I have extremely wacky dreams, and I tend to remember all of them. As it turns out, not everyone can remember their dreams. Well, here is an example of a dream I had a few years ago:

I was looking at the main menu for a video game, and when I clicked "Play", I was IN the game with a bunch of other people my age I had never seen before. Apparently, we were looking for this villain that looked kind of like a genie, was dark blue, and could freeze anything. So me and these people were walking up this hill, when a helicopter flew overhead. It started to touch down on the ground – almost right on top of me. I fell over facedown, and then the pilot of the helicopter spoke to me through some microphone. He said, "He’s gone." (I assume he was talking about this villain.) And then it just flew away. So me and these people went to a supermarket, where the shopping carts could only be moved by pedaling on a bicycle. In the dream, I didn’t know how to ride a bike, so I had to sit on this bench attached to the cart while my apparent friends pedaled. This old man came over and said he didn’t know how to ride a bike, and asked if he could ride with us. We agreed. Suddenly, my dream cut right to us at the cashier, and whenever we rang up our items, they came up at the incorrect price, and the cashier for some reason got mad at us. And then, the store manager screamed, "Everyone out!" and we all ran out of the supermarket and hid underneath cars in the parking lot. The manager said, "We’re going in!" and took his 9 year old son into the supermarket. Suddenly the lights went out and he yelled, "Shut up!" Then the lights came back on and he and his son walked back out. "It’s okay everyone!" he yelled. After we left, the supermarket kind of just froze in place, and this villain came out of the storage room and sort of floated over to the cashier, who was frozen and staring ahead like this: O_O The villain went, "What did you see?" and she said in this kind of robot voice, "I saw a girl and a grandpa, who’s items came up at the wrong price." The villain then let out a sinister growl, then I woke up.

What is with all this? I’ve had other dreams that include Obama running away from the US, heaven, and my aunt and Mom crashing into a chapel in a mini van. I love to write, so I have a cool imagination, but this just sounds insane! Is there some reason that I’m having such obscure dreams?

http://www.guitarcenter.com/Eventide-Space-Reverb-Guitar-Effects-Pedal-H71874-i1820220.gc

That’s the pedal I ordered, see the "Available" button underneath he add to cart button…everyday that goes by the pushes back by one, for example, when i ordered it it said it would be available 6/16/11, today it sais 6/20/11, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? IS IT NOT GOING TO EVER COME OR SOMETHING?

http://www.guitarcenter.com/Eventide-Space-Reverb-Guitar-Effects-Pedal-H71874-i1820220.gc

That’s the pedal I ordered, see the "Available" button underneath he add to cart button…everyday that goes by the pushes back by one, for example, when i ordered it it said it would be available 6/16/11, today it sais 6/20/11, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? IS IT NOT GOING TO EVER COME OR SOMETHING?

You know with the air conditioning lights a stick pedals seat covers wheel cover a new moter and if I take the cover off the go cart how do I make a new one also will I need a better motor and wheels also I want it to have a radio with speakers and also finally I want custom doors on it along with a new paint job and a built in phone for calling how do I put that into a golf cart?

I have replaced plugs,fuel pump,cleaned carb and replaced gasoline with new gas..Will start when I spray it,but seems to not be getting fuel.I have Choked it and tried pushing the gas pedal and that doesn’t help either..Can anybody help??

Does anyone know were I could get a 4 seater pedal cart like this? http://image.made-in-china.com/4f0j00rCYTEONhgWkV/Pedal-Go-Karts-four-seat-F4150.jpg

all of the sudden when I hit my brakes in my golf cart the left rear wheel gets locked up and wont realease, after hitting the pedal a few times it does but goes back to the same situation when I brake again, those are shoes brakes and they are activated by cables, is time to change brakes?
or it may be that the cables are rusted? any ideas.???

Well ok we were racing in a golf cart and my foot got stuck on the pedal so i some how ended up out of the vechical and it just kepted on going and slambed into my friends backporch….. i was fine and so was he but the poor porch was bent a little in i know your suppose to feel guilty and im just about to die from freaking out. I usually i really good driver and over 3 years never had an accident so it just makes it worse. should i being worrying over it so much??????? Would you be mad if that happend to you even though it was an accident?

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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

Im sure the bears fans and the NFL football buffs alike would like too know the diagnosis on chicago quarterback jay cutlers knee… Im a bears fan and i didnt think they could hang against the packers defensively and cutler is prone too interceptions at times…. too cutlers credit he has taken a beating this year and even with this poor offensive line he still got this team too where they were this year…. but, im not a pro athlete and what is shocking is that pro nfl players like asante samuels and many others tweeted that they were skeptical of cutlers toughness claiming he didnt have a brace on this knee, he didnt leave on a cart nor did he go for x rays. some of those things indicate potential serious injury and none of which occurred, cutler was even pedaling a bike etc… the issue is he could not plant or pive left or right too throw the ball. I for one was shocked that he was surprised that players themselves were tweeting things like if they knee allowed them too even stand upright they woulda been in the game fighting for their team which is commendable. but im wondering if cutler did the team a favor and backed out too give the team a chance as he really was injured and did the public and players alike rush too judgement? this is a hot news piece obviously, just wondering if you thought that cutler " wussed out" like fox sports quoted. I think cutler should have fought on and pushed his team in their whatever it took as this was do or die…. but none of us were in cutlers shoes. i find it peculiar though that he was standing around and not being examined by x rays or hauled off the field, some analysts say they reviewed the previous drives and didnt see any hits causing injury too cutler… ya gotta admit this looks bad on cutlers commitment and willingness too win. if his diagnosis is inconclusive or a sprain? i would imagine that his career is ruined or at least he ll be labelled a trust fund kid….. who knows! whadda you think!

my golf cart is a yamaha. it is in GREAT condition but is prob a 1998 model. it was rarely used before i got it. the batteries were never used but were 09. when i first got the golf cart it went around 7 MPH now it goes 5. what should i do ?! i want it to go 15!! new engine…? please help and if possible attach what to get and where to get it thanks!!

10 points THANKS!

ITS ELECTRIC… AND I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING THE GOLF CART NEVER WENT FAST SINCE DAY ONE SO I DONT THINK THERE IS A PROBLEM WITH THAT JUST NEEDS A FASTER MORE POWERFUL ENGINE!

ANYWAY IF U STOP AT A STOP SIGN THEN PRESS THE GAS PEDAL IT LIKE LEAPS AND INCH FOWARD THEN CONTINUES AT 5 MILES PER HOUR THERE IS LIKE NO POWER AT ALL!

I know this kid at school who races quarter midgets he says it really hard and you have to hold your head really hard and you have to be strong. I don’t think its a sport because I have a go cart track and each lap is a Minute he says thats nothing for me it’s 6 seconds a lap is racing a sport am I wrong do you have to be strong all you do is hit the pedal and turn left

I am building a little go cart and i need to learn how to build an electric engine. So it would involve a battery and a engine to move the wheels. this engine would have to be able to hook up to pedals. I need this to be simple. Please someone give me some help.

You are going to write three paragraphs.
One will be about a place. This can be a place you have been to or one that you might have imagined. The second paragraph is to be about an event. This also can be about a real event or one that you might have made up. Have fun with the third paragraph. Write about anything you want.

I once went to Bangkok Thailand for a mu-ay Thai tournament,It was a different place were many cultures combined into one.(topic sentence ) The food was Delicious their I ate a lot of egg yokes and seafood that taste like a cold pizza ,(supporting sentence)witch you buy from the local market place in the town square. Transportation was a issue as most people do not own cars and you just cant call a taxi like in America,(supporting sentence)yet they have a lot of rickshaws they are bikes with cart containers that you sit in then the driver pedal the bike in take you were you wanna go.(closing sentence)

As I arrive at my mu-ay Thai tournament,(topic sentence ) I went to the back to talk to ong bok the host for the big event, ong bak told me the rules gave me my gloves and headdress.(supporting sentence) I got dressed walk slowly to the ring as million of people cheered me on in a different languages, My heart beated faster as I step in the ring in saw my opponent.(supporting sentence) we touch gloves immediately and be gun to fight he kick me in the shin first but I easily shook of in jab back with all the power I had in knock him out cold. (closing sentence)

In conclusion Bangkok is the home of many different thing(topic sentence ) .topic sentence after I knock out my opponent I became the king of mu-ay Thai in lived in Thailand for two years,i soak up even more of the culture seeing even different religions like Buddhist, Muslim all in one .( Supporting sentence)Also there are a lot of African and England people with their on colonies they wok on political things.( Supporting sentence) in Thailand keeping the peace and I the king of mu-ay Thai shall help them. (closing sentence)

Grading Rubric
1. Label each sentence according to its characteristic (topic sentence, supporting sentence, closing sentence). You can put the label in parentheses after the sentence.
2. Underline the similes and/or metaphors.
3. Each paragraph must be at least 50 words in length.
4. Points will be taken off if the paragraph contains fragments or run-on sentences.
5. When you have completed the assignment, send it to y

I want to modify a small pedal go-cart I have, and I want to make it motorized. Preferably an electric motor, but gas would work fine. I just need a starting point in looking for one.

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.