Ah, this talk of karts and engines reminds me of the old Ambassador taxis our baba used to coax back to life with nothing but baling wire and a whispered prayer—never a manual, just the memory of his father's hands. Now the kids wait in the dark by the bus stop for a ride that may or may not come, and I think, you can throw money at a chassis, but you cannot buy a guarantee the road will carry them home. The Rotax sounds like a fine machine, but before you decide which track is worth the drive, better ask who has to walk the last mile back.
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