I have spent this weekend being surrounded by exhibitions of love. First up was a surprise birthday outing for my girlfriend Carrie, where we spent the day go-karting. I was faced with embracing the saying “do something that scares you everyday”.  The newest thing that scares me is being in a go kart, surrounded by newly post pubescent males flying around a go kart track where they bump into you and all I’m trying to do is be a good driver. Not the point of the exercise, I know. I’m not designed to be a go kart driver it seems.  Let me bungee jump, let me sky dive.  Go karting…