Well we went go karting today at Butterfly Farm out at Windsor.
It was a dodgily organised outing, to say the least (I was organiser). First off, I misinterpreted how long it was going to take so we were late (I told DaddyK I'd meet him there at 10.15am; we got there at 11am). About 80% of the way there, got a message from Davo (DaddyK) informing us quite shockingly that we couldn't drive without a booking (unlike Minto Fastlane). We pulled over (there was 7 of us in 3 cars) and discussed for about 20 mins about what to do next... tried to call Dave but there was no reception, so I made the call to continue on our way to this place. We got there, and we talked to the bloke there (a bit of a fuckwit) and he initially said a "2 hour wait", then we asked again a few minutes later and that turned into a 5 hour wait... DaddyK and his crew did the bolt (pleased to meet you finally
, and the damn plovers got me
). So our 2 hours of driving looked like a shiny waste of freakin time (and petrol).
Anywho, 7 of us was a little intimidating I reckon, so the guy said he could fit us in at 2pm. We had about 2 hours to burn, so we went back into Windsor and got some Subway. We came back, sat around for about an hour then went in to pay. The cocky bald dude goes "OK, now I need someone 18 to sign right here". Sure, that's easy enough. *looks around* Anybody 18? I count, one.. two... three - seven 17 year olds.
Shit.
The bald guy cited bogus insurance reasons for just about everything (wouldn't surprise me if that was his explanation for the warm Coke). So, me again, I had to go out to this guy in the sitting area with his kids and ask him if he'd sign all these documents for us. We ended up giving him $35 (5 bucks each) for his, err, "hospitality". First session: one of us killed one of his clutches (I had a little chuckle, cos apparently they cost "$600 each"...), and the bald guy got hit in the shin by some person not in our group when they were coming into the pits (bahaha). Second session, the bald guy gave us heaps of "tips" (he was basically telling us it's faster to go slower. Umm, sure, mate), so I went even faster just to spite him. The poor arse place didn't have lap timers (cos of insurance), and we weren't aloud to race each other (cos of insurance), but we raced anyway. I swear our 15 minute sessions were like, 9 minutes...
Then my mate Joe had to work, so we drove home at dumb speeds (I was steering a 2200kg+ Pajero with worn bushes and shocks - bodyroll king - through what seemed to be a giant endless replica of Mt. Akina, for the Initial-D fans). Overall, it was a good day. The track and karts were better than Minto Fastlane (although the long track made it feel heaps quick). But next time, I think I'll be a little more organised...
