My Electric Soup Box (c) Kevin Jones 2021
My Electric Soup Box
When engineering took its grip before I was eleven,
I was still a Birchills lad – it was around nineteen sixty-seven.
Now like all kids of my age I had a soup box go cart,
Pushing and puffing to the nearest hill then hurtling down – a racing heart.
I soon wanted more from this racing machine,
My thought was styling to make it look mean.
Still not enough to make it stand out,
Then all of a sudden “Eureka” I shout.
Let’s make it an electrically driven soup box,
We have a car battery – only 12v so no shocks.
What we needed was something to turn,
So off to see Dad – what could I learn?
“I have a starter motor you could drive on a back wheel”,
He soon wired it up and fixed it by feel.
All of a sudden it was time for a test,
Power on or off but it was still the best.
A go cart like no other around,
A noisy whirling electric motor made quite a sound.
It could, however, get you back up the hill,
And on the flat, wow – it was quite a thrill.
The brake was a stick rubbing on the back tyre,
Steering via rope was often quite dire.
Not always enough to make the next bend,
Often the need for a wet tissue – grazed knees to tend.
I soon got bored with the soap box cart,
It was too “rustic” if I am true to my heart.
My engineering was now firmly in two juxtaposition poles,
Electronics and steam filling my mind’s inquisitive holes.