As our MariCAR convoy gunned up the ramp to Tokyo’s Rainbow Bridge, the insanity of the whole operation was not lost on me. The January wind roared in my ears and bit my cheeks, reminding me that I was piloting a pimped-out go-kart on public roads without a helmet. If I crashed, I had only the plush Mario Brothers onesie I was wearing for protection and even that’s not mandatory.
How was it even legal? The more terrifying and bonkers it seems, however, the more it attracts tourists. While I’m not always sold on adrenaline fixes (sky-diving, yes, but not bungy-jumping) – see Japan’s capital in a go-kart? Take my money.