It was tall and narrow, and him and I were the only two that could drive it without tipping it over. We had lots of fun with that - with lots of repairs at first!
The first winter we had it I took the whole thing apart to “tune it”. Really just cleaned everything up. Put it back together and I recall I had 2 to 3 screws or bolts left over. It sure ran better though! (4th or 5th grade!)
Looking back I was sure lucky with the parents I got. Mom was a neat freak - but she let me work on that thing in the basement. I recall my dad peaking in on me - but never giving advice or anything. (He was a builder - not a mechanic).
I recall my buddy and I paid a lot of money for a centrifugal clutch to put on the old motor. I think it was $25 each and we “owned” it together.
That was my first and last time ever owning something with someone else. After several years of the go-cart something must have happened - perhaps the motor finally gave out, or we just got tired of it.
But I never did see that clutch again. Or the $25!
I am duly impressed. A real homebuilt car.