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"Ready to eat my dust, Peter?" Joe shouted over the roar of the engines, his jaw set in that permanent state of intensity.

Peter sat on the bare asphalt, clutching the bumper car steering wheel, a look of pure triumph on his face. He looked at Chris, who was covered in soot and shaking. [S8E2] A La Cart

They didn't get a trophy—mostly because they had technically caused three separate pile-ups and the judges weren't sure if their vehicle qualified as a "car"—but as they walked home carrying the engine in a wagon, Peter knew he’d taught his son an important lesson: if you're going to fail, do it at high speeds with a lot of noise. "Ready to eat my dust, Peter

The green flag dropped, and the karts tore away. Peter and Chris were immediately overtaken by a toddler in a Barbie Jeep, but Peter wasn't deterred. He leaned forward, screaming at the engine to "dig deep." As they rounded the first turn, the Griffin Ground-Pounder began to vibrate so violently that Chris’s hat flew off, followed shortly by one of the side mirrors. "We’re losing parts, Dad!" They didn't get a trophy—mostly because they had

By race day, the "Griffin Ground-Pounder" was a terrifying sight. It had no seatbelts, a steering wheel stolen from a bumper car, and an exhaust pipe that emitted a sound like a dying walrus. Their primary rival was none other than the oversized, hyper-competitive Joe Swanson, who had built a high-tech kart for Kevin that looked like it had been designed by NASA.