Shannon brought home a couple table saws and told the boys they could dismantle them prior to their trip to the dump. Of course, this was a gift from the heavens for my boys. They took them apart, along with an old bike, and built a go-cart. My brothers volunteered to donate an engine to the cause, but a go-cart lacking brakes and steering would be a mother's worst nightmare with an engine involved. Well, maybe not her worst nightmare, but darn close. I think it has made its way to the dump by now, which will save me a trip to the ER.