Branson is the "tourist trap" personified. There are more frivolous ways to spend your money, per square mile than anyplace else on earth, I'm sure. So we were cruising the famous 76 strip, gawking at the attractions, and all three girls (yes, even Amber) expressed interest in the go-cart tracks.
Cliff decided to foot the bill for this one: $9 for each girl.
Natalie started in front, which wasn't so good for everybody else. Because she insisted on staying in the middle of the track where nobody else could pass, and she was going as slow as possible... even to the point of hitting her brakes when going downhill. Amber reported seeing some road rage expressed on the part of other drivers, but eventually, everybody was able to pass Natalie. When it was all said and done, she was a lap-and-a-half behind the others, so some must have passed her twice. But she didn't mind.
The next day Nattie and Monica wanted to do it again, and paid their own way on a similar track right up the road.