Blokarting, again

We have a lunch of cold meat sandwiches and then stock up in the shop before another offer of blokarting is presented to us. I'm sligthly wary after my last trip as the wind really does get the better of you. But I can't turn it down. Very shortly we're back in the warehouse pulling out the carts and sails. We return once again to the long 7-10km road that goes out to one edge of the property. 

We each go when we're ready and this time I more or less go (almost the whole distance). It's terrifying in parts when the wind picks you up, your rear wheels even lifting and then as it drops you are thrown forward, the ground only inches from your limbs. I somehow find myself first in line and as we approach the main road (after 7km or so) that runs perpendicular to the property, I see cars driving and decide I can't risk the wind taking my under a car. I turn to the side and stop. At that moment a gust of wind lifts me and turns me upside down. I pull myself out unhurt and worry more that I might have unsettled some of the delicate sand. Nobody seems concerned. I wait for the others to pass and complete the road, about another kilometre before the main dirt road. Wow.