On his way home from work Slacker Mike saw the sign for Farm Fresh Eggs. It was a little farm on a gravel road in rural Boone County so he decided to stop in and grab a dozen. It was late friday evening and the little old lady was a few eggs short of a dozen. She seemed to really enjoy the uncommon company.... it was beginning to look as if the sign was put near the roadside more to lure a lonesome conversation than to sell her eggs. Long story short a trip was made to the chicken coop to fetch a few eggs to cap the dozen when Mike tripped over the front tire of this go cart walking through the door. The old lady said "oh... that damn thing.... I've been tripping over that for fourty years."
Mike walked out with a dozen eggs and a sweet new go cart.
18 comments:
Holy shit. Knucklehead powered go carts. Stories like that are legendary.
you gotta be kidding me.....
That thing is fuckin' crazy!
what are the F'n chances.. those little fuckers rule! score!
But what about the eggs?...LOL Major barnfind score!!!!
Congrats.
Holy Hell!! I'm stopping every time I see a sign on a farm for fresh eggs or free kittens or anything!!!
thats so awesome!
Whhaaatt! That's insane
that kart is looking for the Wall of Death show it was part of...I know of such a show. Nice find!!
OMFINGGOD. Epic win for your bro for sure.
FUCK YES!
great stuff !
Wait Wait did it have the Knuck in it when he found it??
thats crazy man!!!! too cool
no fucking way.wow
Hmmm
holy shit cannons. Only thing I ever saw when I was buying brown eggs in PA was a melted cast stainless steel woodstove.. Musta been hot, but not as hot as a knuckle cart!
Funny! Last time I saw one of these was at the Wall of Death in Daytona when I was 18 or so. Seems to have been used in fairly recent years, with that 3" belt?
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