Intro to Karting – Scene 75 (Part 1)

Being part of the Canadian racing scene, and writing about our quest for glory, has inadvertently exposed people to the world of motorsports that might not have stumbled across it. Here’s Part 1 of an article by our new friend Susan about a recent trip to the local go-kart track with her son Kepler.

A series of fortunate events have occurred which brought Kepler and me to the establishment known as Scene 75.

Chris Demaras of the Demaras Racing blog wrote about the fun of go karting. I decided I would like to try it!

I looked at the Scene 75 website and discovered theirs are electric and they offer two-person karts, so I’ve been looking for an opportunity to take Kepler there.

As it happens, Kepler was off work today and my afternoon appointment got cancelled so we had a free day.

I offered him three options today: 1. hang out at home doing solitary things (something he really enjoys), 2. Go see Inside Out 2, or 3. Visit Scene 75.

I don’t suppose everyone really wants every the play by play so I will summarize. We had hella fun at Scene 75.

We encountered a couple of rough spots. He decided to do a roller-coaster simulation and I went with him. The employee told us to put our hands in an x shape above our heads if we needed the ride to stop.

Approximately one half second into the ride, Kepler told me “I’m done.” So I dutifully put my hands above my head in an x shape. Alas, the ride just kept on riding. I tried waving. Tried pumping the x shape up and down. In the meantime, I was doing my best to talk Kepler into staying calm.

Kept giving the signal. Ride kept on. And on. Wondered if I had misunderstood and x shape above the head really meant “we never want to get off.”

Finally, the young associate must have looked up from her phone (jk, jk, surely she was paying attention) and finally, mercifully stopped the ride so we could get off.

Kepler has come a long way in handling uncomfortable situations so he was in pretty good shape although I know for sure we won’t ever choose to do that silly ride ever again.

I told him a story about me and my sisters begging to ride something when we were quite young — maybe 6, 5, 4 — and as soon as the ride started we started screaming in holy terror.

The ride attendant thought we were having a good time lol. Finally our fright beyond panic must have caught his attention and he, at last, mercifully stopped the damn ride. At least Kepler knew I empathized with his fear.