With his backside almost touching the ground, Andrew Louis pretends he's a racing driver.
Rain turns to drizzle as we get the green light to race. Time to get my game face on. My rival, another travel writer, and I are the only ones brave enough to race on a wet day. The track at Eastern Creek International Karting, 45 minutes west of Sydney, is saturated and my first few laps are cautious, but then my inner bogan takes over.
The go-karts are more like drift karts, sliding sideways round each corner and fishtailing when accelerating. With each lap, I push the grip of the slick tyres closer to their wet-weather limits. The steering is stiff and gives my arms a good workout. I manage somehow to hold it on the track unlike my aggressive rival, who pushes too far and has multiple spinouts.
After 15 minutes of solid hooning, we head back to the pits for a much-needed breather and switch cars.
One of the officials advises it is faster to go around the outside of the corners rather than following the wetter race line, but I'm having too much fun sliding these 13hp beasts.