As a child, my grandfather would relay stories to me of the treacherous and legendary Neeko Neeko Mountain. I grew up knowing that Neeko Neeko Mountain had a magnetic, magical energy to it and I consistently felt drawn to the mountains. One particularly frosty winter eve, Grandpa brewed me a mug of hot cocoa and gathered firewood as the night winded down in our log cabin. "Walt, make a promise to me," Grandpa stated. "Promise when you're older, you drive your kart to the bottom ofNeeko Neeko Mountain."

After a near-death experience on the interstate one icy Christmas season, I've found driving to be too stressful of a task to take on. I've been riding buses, bicycles, and rickshaws to get to and from work, home, and the Olive Garden downtown- but not without feeling the occasional pang of missing the thrill of motorized vehicular adventure.

Walt Kart has provided me an opportunity I thought I'd lost forever. Thanks, Walt Kart!