It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a flying gocart?

This is what kept flying over my head in West Virginia. Yeah, it's a flying go-cart. I think they're called paragliders? Not sure, but it's a go-cart. That flies. In the sky. Crazy!
And before I crack any jokes about West Virginia (cause I love West Virginia, but I'd be tempted!), I have to admit Allen and Josh rode in one at a race track in Adams County Ohio (which is kinda the same isn't it?!) We went to the preacher feature, which was very amusing. Very redneck yes, embracing our roots, but very amusing.
That was in 2004, so Josh was 4, and I let him ride in a flying go-cart. Mom of the year right there. :p