Confined to Inertia, Gravity and Bravado.
I grew up on top of a hill.
My dad, the mason decided he would build a "brick cart".
Nearly 100 lbs, small front tires and the capability of 40 mph.
The brakes just smoked.
Another piece in the Corporal Punishment Series.
I've been pondering this whole coaster buggy situation... my dad never used this contraption for bricks. He made it for the kids, which I'm sure he was just trying to thin the herd a bit. It was built from a lawnmower with steering that had three positions; center, hard left, hard right. I wrote "nearly" 100 lbs, but it was well over that with the all steel frame.
The framework was a feature that was able to be hosed off when bloodied and pulled to the top of the hill again... did I mention the hill a 1/2 mile long when you coasted down to the bridge over the creek... having avoided the barbed wire fence when making the turn.
I made it, but there were plenty of kids walking with limps where the road rash went straight to the bone.
digital - pencil to photoshop
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