Most kids wanted a Big Wheel. I must’ve been a non-conformist. While the BW would go into a nice skid, leaving some of the plastic wheel on the drive-way, my Krazy Kar could simulate the dizzying effect of a Tilt-A-Whirl. If you drove the thing enough, you could have the upper body of GI Joe.

Once I got used to using the handles attached to the huge wheels for moving foreword, backward and steering, you could maneuver corners like one of those fancy zero-turn mowers you see the pros use. There was also a “low-rider” thing going on, which meant you had to me careful not to get stuck when bottoming out.

It sounds as though I had vast experience in this vehicle’s operation, but, truth be told, I was only able to drive it around for about a month and a half. The memory of the Krazy Kar’s demise is kinda fuzzy, but I do remember kids in our driveway riding their bikes from the bed of a pickup truck to a plywood ramp and onto the driveway. My next vision of this traumatic event is of my neighbor Tony attempting to perform the same feat aboard my beloved KK, followed by a gut-wrenching CRACK! Dad said he’d try to fix it, but never got around to it. I still hold it against him and Tony.