<font color="blue"> When you catch a bump and the thing hangs a hard ninety and throws you off. It stops. Your hand is no longer squeezing the go bar. </font>
Harv,
Until you posted this, I hesitated to relate my one and only experience with a concrete buggy. Now that I've seen that this kind of thing has happened to others.... well let's just say that my embarassment level has dropped a notch or two.
I was pouring a little slab for a patio on the back of my house. Didn't think I wanted the truck driving across my lawn, so I had the buggy on hand to move the concrete from the street to my back yard. As it turned out, we decided to accept a few ruts in the lawn for a faster pour so I didn't need the buggy after all.
That doesn't mean I didn't drive it (or try to drive it). Yes, it threw me off. No, I didn't let go. Actually, I tightend my grip to keep it from getting away from me. You see where I am going here. Felt like a fool runing along side of this crazy thing going around in circles. Centrifigul force working against me as I tried to remount. Instinct telling me to hold on. Common sense abandoned me the second it did its hard turn to the left. The idea of releasing the throttle thingy just didn't occur to me. Eventually got back on, straightened it out and brought my chariot to a safe stop. Three years later my now 12 year old son still reminds me of the concrete buggy demonstration I provided him and several neighbors. Something I would just as soon forget.