It was a youngster weekend again.
My grandson was here for his fortnightly stay with the old ‘uns. He enjoys these weekends, no pressure, all fun and my wife spoils him rotten. His birthday is on the 1st of January and, due to things way beyond our control, we didn’t get him a birthday present. It was promised and not forgotten. He wanted a remote controlled “Mario” go kart. Better late than never, we got him one and he was given it on arrival at our home. Some assembly required. The battery pack has to be charged and fitted and batteries for the controller need to be loaded into the back. No problem and quickly done.
The kart wouldn’t turn to the left. It went in a straight line and to the right but refused to go the other way. I told him to read the instruction booklet but what ten year old ever did that? So I did. I had to. The kart needs to be trimmed to the controller. One does this by pressing the “trim” button and getting the thing to run straight. Then switch “trim” off and try again. That worked. Hosanna! Jubilation! So off to the street outside and see what this thing can do. It does about 20 kph. That’s 12 mph in old money.
I told the lad to take it easy until he had some idea of the capabilities of the kart. Steering and speed and so on. Again, what ten year old boy does that?
Nope. not mine. It was full speed ahead and no holds barred.
This was great fun for a while but then the inevitable happened. He ran it at full speed into the kerbstone. The kart stopped but Mario’s head continued and bounced across the pavement, disappearing into the hedge.
I thought, he’ll be upset now. He’ll scream and shout and bawl. The world will end for him right here. I expected a right old fuss.
Not a bit of it.
He looked at me with calm and control written all over his little face. “You can glue that back on, Grandad.” he said. Infinite trust. Absolute belief in what he said. I was quite taken aback.
I reckon we can, I said and retrieved Mario’s head from the hedge.
Off to the shed then. This could also be a learning moment for him. Two part epoxy should be on everyone’s list of stuff to have lying around. I explained what two part epoxy is, a resin and a hardener. Mix in equal amounts. He was very attentive, but then again, he always is in the shed. We mixed it, found a little stick to spread it with and set Mario back together again. Leave it until the morning, I said.
It worked. Mario is as good as new and the lad is driving it happily and, perhaps, a little more carefully once again.
One can’t even see the repair.