Sibling Rivalry at Castlefin Karting
The Gathering! Our family had gathered together for my Granny’s funeral. The occasion, although sad, was quite a joyful one. My cousins, brothers, sisters and extended family had gathered and I was home. Back home in Donegal with my family. In true Irish style we enjoyed a few drinks in the pub the night of the funeral.
Next day, I had to fly back to Southampton, but my brother who had driven over from Yorkshire had an old score to settle with me.
We had grown up on the coast of Donegal and our family owned a Go-kart track. In the summer, we had a daily chore which was known as ‘Rent-a-crowd’! Every morning, our job was to get into the karts and race round and round the track to attract the attention of the passing motorists. You might consider it child labour, but for us, it was the best of craic. Sometimes my pregnant mum would join in too. I always won. That was back in the day, back in the late 70’s.
Once again, there is a go-kart track at my parents home in Castlefin and although it’s been here for a few years, I’ve never had a go. Well, that’s not exactly true, because one Christmas Day, there was a lot of ice on the track and we got into our cars (not karts) and did some drifting. We had a mixture of front wheel and rear wheel drive cars and the rear wheelers were the best. It wasn’t a race, just a morning of family fun.
“Fancy a wee race on the karts Meraid?” asked my brother Dallas.
“Now there’s a good idea,” said I.
Dallas took off like he’d been karting every day since the 70′s with me trailing behind. As my confidence grew, I inched closer on each lap, I felt the power growl from the engine as I gripped the track faster and faster. There was one more lap. The chequered flag loomed. I was flat to the mat. The race was over.
Well, that is the beauty of booking the track for your exclusive use. I said I won. Dallas said he won. But I have race form and I am a woman.
For your very own day of Sibling Rivalry go to CastlefinKarting and battle it out on the track.