Steering Precision

For years I've hugged a dream Not a very lady-like one But then again Who said, I am a lady? Not me! I want a pile of rustic junk A few bicycles A perambulator A pile of wood Nails plus aged string So that I may finally set about Creating My favourite thing! There is no need for long drawn out plans Blueprint, mentally stored Dare I say? Yes! I'm good with my hands The item of my affection My ultimate dream Building a go-cart for deep gradient Screams Of joy, exhilaration Still on the back burner But anticipation With dogged OCD Knowing myself and the core of me One day when I'm even older than I already am I'll relish the disassembling Of one ancient pram To create my most desired of visions A go-cart with side brakes And steering precision