I've always gone to stores and seen junk items like these, and wondered who buys this crap?
This time i saw something patheticly stupid. For only $600 you can have the following!
It features:
Steel frame
2-Cycle engine
Teeny plastic wheels
and it can hit "up to" 22 mph!
WTF?! That thing is sooo dumb. I found a website that sell this power kart and "performance products" to go with it. High perforance air filter ($50) exhaust ($210) and so on. I bought a street legal honda spree for $300 that will do 30 mph on flat ground. If you own an item like this you should be ashamed!
__________________ My Whip Stillen 4-1, WAI, 2.5 Catback.
It features:
Steel frame
2-Cycle engine
Teeny plastic wheels
and it can hit "up to" 22 mph!
WTF?! That thing is sooo dumb. I found a website that sell this power kart and "performance products" to go with it. High perforance air filter ($50) exhaust ($210) and so on. I bought a street legal honda spree for $300 that will do 30 mph on flat ground. If you own an item like this you should be ashamed!
the best part is the " up to"... what kinda mods do you need to throw on that thing to hit 22? im thinking swap out that tiny motor for a 125cc honda cr engine... 29.5 hp, that thing will hit 70... hehehehe
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Originally Posted by apachewoolf
pssst yo token . your not black any more...there is no man
I've always gone to stores and seen junk items like these, and wondered who buys this crap?
This time i saw something patheticly stupid. For only $600 you can have the following!
It features:
Steel frame
2-Cycle engine
Teeny plastic wheels
and it can hit "up to" 22 mph!
WTF?! That thing is sooo dumb. I found a website that sell this power kart and "performance products" to go with it. High perforance air filter ($50) exhaust ($210) and so on. I bought a street legal honda spree for $300 that will do 30 mph on flat ground. If you own an item like this you should be ashamed!
People who cant afford hondas just yet so they settle for a lower form of crap.
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