With gravel kicking up behind me, I dove down the mountainside, a big-kid grin on my face.įive of us had rented these mountain-specific go-carts at £25 per person per descent. We were high above the resort of Les Menuires in the Les 3 Vallees ski/bike domain in the French Alps, and I was in no mood to go slow. 'You’re allowed to overtake, aren’t you?’ I remarked with an evil laugh as I skimmed past my companion on a gravity-powered mountain cart, a fat-tyre three-wheel go-cart.
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