The sport of kings. When someone invites you karting, you CAN'T say no.
It is Friday night, -7 degrees
out, and for some reason, I am sitting in the second row of a rented Ford
Econoline, circling an icy parking lot outside a Middle Eastern fast food
restaurant in Montreal, Quebec.
“How come the parking lot is
full, but there’s no one in the restaurant?” somebody in the back of the
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