Let's see, where to start. So much happened this weekend, its all just a blur. Had a friend offer me a go cart for the boys, and of course I accepted. He said it ran the last time they used it....which was apparently a few years ago. The gas was still in the tank if that gives you any indication of what shape its in. Now before you go thinking how ungrateful I am, theres a hidden story here. About two years ago I bought a brand-spankin' new go cart for my oldest. Bad news was it was one of those Chinese jobs that ran for every bit of 20 minutes before it quit. After several trips back to the place I bought it from, they kindly informed me that those things don't really come with warranties and that the next time I brought it in they would have to charge me. Well that right there should have been enough to get my blood boiling (and my money back!) but I'm such a kind soul and besides, I can fix everything. Well guess what? I indeed can NOT fix everything, Chinese go carts being at the top of the list. Oh I fiddled with this thing for over a year, tweeking this, adjusting that; even had my friends fiddling with it, but to no avail. After finally losing my patience with this thing, I bought a brand-spankin' new engine to go in it. How hard could it be to simply swap out identical engines right? Anyway, this friend I mentioned came to get the go cart after I had pushed it to the barn of no return. Once an item makes it to the barn, its as good as gone. Well the friend came and got the go cart and said he was going to fix it and give it back to the boys. Fine, have at it, good luck, an
d all that jazz. Fast forward to now, the Chinese go cart is running like a sewing machine. Unfortunately he gave it to his neighbor and gave me the "sludge mobile" in return. I'm a little ticked because it wasn't really his to give away to begin with, but this friend has also done so much for us that I really don't feel right saying anything about it. So here I sit with yet another broken down go cart with 3 eager boys asking if I have it fixed yet. So far I've torn it completely apart and have a parts list a mile long. Oh but no worries, I can fix this.
d all that jazz. Fast forward to now, the Chinese go cart is running like a sewing machine. Unfortunately he gave it to his neighbor and gave me the "sludge mobile" in return. I'm a little ticked because it wasn't really his to give away to begin with, but this friend has also done so much for us that I really don't feel right saying anything about it. So here I sit with yet another broken down go cart with 3 eager boys asking if I have it fixed yet. So far I've torn it completely apart and have a parts list a mile long. Oh but no worries, I can fix this.Denise, over at Nittinfool, has been so kind in leaving comments (which I love by the way!) and had asked to see the planter boxes I built. So here ya go. They are HEAVY and will hopefully last a season or two. They are 8 feet long and 3 feet wide and 18 1/2" tall. No bottoms so the rain can drain right on through.







