Lady Drivers.

Typical. Took the daughter to the local karting track, hoping to mash her into a barrier and whup her ass time-wise. And the little whelp has got some sort of gift for it. On her fifth ever shot on a kart, succeeded in almost beating my time, and not demolishing a tirewall (as she did on her second attempt)...
She walked away with a huge grin on her face, and I walked away with a bruised rib-cage, where the seat caught me..

The scary thing is that I'll be expected to buy her a car in a few years time.. Given the way she manages to make the kart power-slide through corners, the first car might not last toooo long.

Damn, I'm proud of her..