I'll just go ahead and say bigger does not always mean better. No offense to the residents of Kentucky who fully enjoy Kart Kountry, but I was a little scared being out there in the country. Sunday afternoons are always filled with some kind of adventure. This week it was go karts. After a 40 minute drive we arrive at our destination. A short walk through the casino/arcade area and we made it to the line. We bought a few tickets and headed on back to the track. Once I was seated in my little kart my legs stuck to bottom, my hair was being rubbed with some sort of sticky, syrupy matter and the sleeves of my jacket immediately began to be blackened by the wheel. One lap around the 1.5 mile track was all that was needed and I was done 'karting.' I was fine sitting on the sideline with the pregnant lady waiting for the next adventure to begin...mini golf. I had a lot more fun and was much better at the second activity even though I think I came in last place.