"That’s just weight reduction, Chris! We’re getting faster!"
Through a combination of sheer luck and Joe accidentally getting distracted by a particularly majestic hawk in the sky, Peter found himself neck-and-neck with the leaders. The final stretch was a blur of noise and chaos. The chewing gum was melting. The woodchipper engine was screaming. Just as they crossed the finish line—narrowly edging out Joe—the kart didn't just stop; it disintegrated. The wheels rolled off in four different directions, and the seat collapsed into a pile of splinters.
"Nonsense, Chris! That’s Grade-A Hubba Bubba. It’s the carbon fiber of the candy world," Peter replied, wiping grease onto his white shirt.
"Dad, I don't think the engine should be held on by used chewing gum," Chris had worried, staring at the rattling hunk of metal they’d salvaged from a discarded woodchipper.
"That’s just weight reduction, Chris! We’re getting faster!"
Through a combination of sheer luck and Joe accidentally getting distracted by a particularly majestic hawk in the sky, Peter found himself neck-and-neck with the leaders. The final stretch was a blur of noise and chaos. The chewing gum was melting. The woodchipper engine was screaming. Just as they crossed the finish line—narrowly edging out Joe—the kart didn't just stop; it disintegrated. The wheels rolled off in four different directions, and the seat collapsed into a pile of splinters.
"Nonsense, Chris! That’s Grade-A Hubba Bubba. It’s the carbon fiber of the candy world," Peter replied, wiping grease onto his white shirt.
"Dad, I don't think the engine should be held on by used chewing gum," Chris had worried, staring at the rattling hunk of metal they’d salvaged from a discarded woodchipper.