Rick ask me to buy tickets to the Demolition Derby this year. "Really", I said, "you want to go to that - and pay money for it." Then I remembered my goal to expose my kids to as many things as possible and decided it would be a great idea for Rick to take the older kids and go. Rachel, Ryan and I would stay home and watch movies. Well at the last minute - while standing there in line at Maceys to buy the tickets we decided it would be better to all go. So we went. I wasn't expecting a whole lot. I figured I would have a good time, it would be exciting and fun but I didn't really think a bunch of cars trying to smash each other up would hold my interest for long. I was wrong it was awesome. Maybe, like the rodeo, it's just the crowd, the music and the energy that creates all the excitement and not whats going on in the arena, but it really was exciting. I found myself transfixed, cheering on my car. Cringing with the drivers when the cars collided and genuinely nervous for those who were running out of time to make a hit. I found myself frantically yelling, and mentally willing those spinning tires to catch and the car to go. I laughed with the crowd as tires came rolling off and then cheered as the driver kept the car moving on its rims. I felt the fear and anticipation when a driver slumped in his seat after a hard hit and my heart stopped when he didn't come up. I prayed for the emts who were running over then cheered when they got him up. I'm thinking the demolition derby will be a new Carter family tradition - who knows maybe next year we'll even wear old tractor hats with the netting on top, wife beaters and a pair of billy bob teeth.
Some Photos from the derby - I am not sure what it is but me and this photo tool don't get along the pictures I add refuse to go where I want them and don't download in the same quality as they show up on my computer. Oh well.
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