Well, a friend scored a fairly large Briggs and Stratton motor at a garage sale and brought it home... and a bunch of us just happened to stop by... After about an hour of tinkering and swearing, pulling the starter cord till all our right arms hurt, and some left arms too... changing sparkplugs, cleaning out the carb, the old thing roared to life! All of us got real antsy, and the six pack didn't help,... we found an old hulk of a golf cart out back, and set to work. The rear axle was frozen, so we got the cutting torch out and tore that sucker off faster than any of you could down a beer... fixed it up with a welded on non removable sproket, a brand new rusty as hell heavier dutier rear axle with plumbing pipe for bushings. We looked and pondered at the single front wheel, and if it hadn't o been gettin dark, I'm sure we would've fixed up a nice little rack-n-pinnion, 'cause the thing would tip and drag it's gunnel during hard cornering... Anyway, It was about ten o'clock when we were all goose-bumpy hunkered over this thing, pushing it out the drive way to the dirt parking lot across the street where much extranious R&D has happened through the years... It started on the third pull, and the helmet was ready, but we just looked at each other... and I was handed the helmet. I did'nt reach for it mind you... It was silently confirmed with nods and smiles, and then they backed away all expectant like! Well, I put on the helmet, and sat down in the strangely comfortable bucket seat we had draged out of obscurity... which was securely wired into place... and pressed the make-shift throttle ever so gently... and the centrifical clutch started to catch real easy like... and I just putted around like that... dragging the gunnels around the corners at 4-5 MPH to the delite of all of us. So, after going around the lot once, I decided it was time to get "RAD!" So, I hammered the throttle and held on, as the sport disability vehicle fishtailed eratically and hurtled forward at quite an alarming rate! Alarming too, was the way the throttle stuck wide open. Bummer. I was headed for the biggest, and most ancient blackberry patches at a speed unthinkable, and "there is this small matter of the single front wheel"... and I'm going about 30 MPH, and about 5 inches off the ground... and it's not a very well lit spot. Well, I turned hard left, and leaned, and prayed... still gaining speed... and the thing did not turn at all... we're talking beeline here... when my prayers were answered. The front wheel broke completely off, and I skidded to a halt about a foot from the blackberries, and the engine stalled. Whew! To this day I wonder what those blackberries were growing over... Cheers! ttr