Well, it's summer.
A buddy of mine and I made a bet that we can't make a go kart from scratch by 15th of august.
Well, I don't think we're taking the bets too seriously, but it get an idea in our heads. We're going to build a fucking go-kart.
Our Story:
We're pool hall junkies, aaand...well, just junkies, too. Daily ecstasy, daily blunt. Snort pills, pop pills, even been high for 48 hours straight. We've got quite a stroke, and if we're not at the pool room, we're asleep. And we're high: whilst asleep, whilst shooting pool.
We're giving it up.
Our whole lives we've been told we had untapped potential. I'm sure everybody hears this, but believe it or not, I solved the rubik's cube last year, no hints, cheats, or methods. (Well, my buddy told me that I need to get one side done, then works layers down. His exact words, more or less). So, I'm proud of myself

. But back to point. We've been fucking around chasing our tail in the center of LA, in and out of juvenile hall an uncountable amount of times and more felonies than I can count with one hand-- I'm pulling a 180. Or trying damn hard, at least. Since I stopped going to class in the 6th grade (I'm 18 now), I've taught myself algebra 1 to pre-calculus over the course of 4 months. Tested past the english requirement for any major college, and I now hold a 8-6 job for my family (for no pay) trying to sell their merchandise (fashion accessories) on the web. Building the website, talking to marketers, pictures, descriptions, inventory, sales, shipping, the works. "Project manager", if you will. I live with my family, all of my siblings do. We have a tight knit family (sister's 21, brother's 23) whenever we do move away, it wont be far. I'm talking walking distance. I love my momma, and the job is kind of a way to repay her for all the shit that I've caused (plus, it's kinda fun managing the project). If I can't fund the go-kart, mother would be more than happy to throw me a bone, especially if it helps me rip away from the streets.
BUT. When I'm not at work, I'm shooting pool, high, or shooting pool high. I've come to terms with myself to admit that no matter how far I believe I've come, I still haven't left the "urban-streetthug-shithead" scene. Too many friends are dead or in prison, tears are shed weekly and I sweat bullets every minute. I'm still a fucking retard, no matter what level of mathematics I'm in or how much I increase sales at the business. Fuck a rubik's cube. The longer I keep this poolhall-shit up, the longer I stay a loser.
Just to get on the same page: In the pool halls over here, 1/10 people carry "protection", 1/20 people carry coke, 1/3 people gangbang. In just this year two people have been shot and one has been stabbed INSIDE THE HALL. To the right of the hall is a club, to the left, a bar. Under it, an arcade, and beside that, I restaurant that attracts all kinds of weird fuckers.
I'm still a loser-angelino. I need to get the fuck out of this place, and the only way I can do that is by quitting pool, at least pool in that area, and quitting drugs (well, I still might smoke a bit of pot, just for kicks).
Pool was my life. I sharked, I gamed. I even backed. To leave that scene, I need another!
I'm going to major as a mechanical engineer, as soon as I have time away from work.
Go-kart = experience with mechanical products, new hobby away from pool, and a bet well made.
There's my story, at least a bit of it.
NOW: My bud and I decided to make a kart TOGETHER.
The go-kart: I don't want to start off too big, buuuut, what the hell.
(funds aren't too much of an issue. maybe 2-3k? of course less would be better, and I could go up to 5k if I really must)
We'll be designing and building the chassis ourselves.
Drivetrain: I would like to do the driveshaft myself, but it really doesn't matter. (I have absolutely no machining skills. Well, I have no skills at all, really. Just pool.) Engine, of course I'd buy (where?). I'd like something with more kick that a go-kart, though. I mean really. No lawnmower or vacuum engines. Do I need some sort of cooling assembly?
Transmission? Here, my skills fall really short. I mean, I've built rooms and done a lot of general construction, but, yeah. To tranny skills. Do I need one? I'd like one. But then I'd need a clutch and all sorts of different bearings and washers and arms and stuff. If it isn't TOO much of a killer, I'd love to drop in a clutch and gearbox. But I could always drop one in afterwards, after I gain a bit more experience.
Brakes. Again, I have no fucking clue how to make my own brakes. I would want to buy disk brakes and calipers and somehow weld the assembly on myself. I DO NOT want brakes that just press a rubber bar up against the tire.
I want a big wheelbase. Tiny go-kart wheels always pissed me off, and plus, a huge wheelbase would look cool as shit. I'm thinking some stock Toyota rims and some spray paint will do.
Steering would be a simple column and hinge type of get go.
Suspension, I'm thinking wishbone to connect the tire to the rest of the chassis on a hinge, with another pipe leading from the apex of the wishbone to another part of the chassis with springs, and a bolt+ thread to adjust spring tension.
What am I missing? Am I dreaming? Fuck it, maybe I'm dreaming. But I'm surefire as shit I'm trying.
My brother is a general contractor and general construction. He can help where I fall short.
Guys. You might help change my life. If this works out well, mechanical engineering is a calling for me.
I don't want any go-kart plans.
I want to do this myself, with advice from the pros, of course.
I mean welding the chassis, installing kick panels, welding in respective washers and nuts, from the rubber on the tires to the rubber of the pedals.
That's a pretty rough outline.
I swear I'll take pics of the ongoing project, and post EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER of the build. Fuck, I'll even paint it blue, light blue, turquoise and white for you guys.
I need this, Totse. I'm done being a thug-urbanite.
EDIT: Sorry for the choppy writing, I was in a huge rush.