Demolition Derby Day

Okay, it's time for me to admit it. There's a part of me that is a huge redneck. There, I said it. Those of you who know me know that I prefer a cold beer in a dive bar to a fru-fru cocktail in a fancy schmancy restaurant. I also prefer hootin' and hollerin' while guys drive cars into each other, slinging dirt and spilling oil to a sophisticated play in some uppity theatre. That doesn't mean that I can't appreciate and enjoy a fancy schmancy restaurant or an entertaining play from time to time--(after all, I had a season subscription to Playhouse in the Park for 2 years)--it just wouldn't be my first choice on most days. Give me the Demolition Derby at our county fair, with an ice cream cone with sprinkles or a funnel cake with powdered sugar and I am content. Tonight I will be content.

I can't explain why I get so excited about the Demolition Derby. Something about the crashes, the way the cars end up looking like they have been crushed by a car smasher yet they still keep running, the small fires that develop that could be real trouble, but usually aren't; maybe I live vicariously through the drivers, imagining that's me running into some idiot on the expressway because they don't know how to drive. I don't know what it is and I guess I don't have to explain it...I just love it.

Last night was the mini car derby. I don't enjoy that one, plus I had to work anyway. Tonight is the full-size cars. There's more to crash in on those so therefore, much more action. If you haven't allowed yourself the pleasure of going to a county fair and watching the derby, I highly recommend it to you at least once. Get in touch with your inner redneck. We've all got one and she needs to come out and play once in a while. Who knows? You may end up having an overwhelming urge to watch the tractor pull, too.