I had a very exciting weekend. I stayed in Austin, saw my friends, and got to attend my first-ever Demolition Derby.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with this rural southern US tradition, I’ll give a quick explanation. Men in helmets climb in to older, wildly painted cars and crash into each other. The end.
It was a BLAST.
The title of the post refers to something my friend Meg overheard a mother say to her toddler at the Derby (in a baby-talk voice), “Do you want to see the crash-crash?”
Hell ya!
This photo isn’t great, but it is worth the effort to try to make it out.
This is a baby, on his dad’s shoulders, with a full-on shaved mohawk. Maybe he’ll get a tattoo for kindergarten graduation. |
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Here I am with Meg, between matches. (Rounds? Bouts? I’m really not sure what they’re called. All I know is the time between matches is a good time to open the cooler for another beer.)
It was really hot outside. |
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Here’s a little movie of the actual crash-crashing.
I am not sure why parents let their kids stand so close to the fence. Exciting, isn’t it?!? |
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This is another little movie. Meg didn’t know I was recording, but we laughed pretty hard when she found out.
That’s Meg’s adorable, very cool fiancĂ© next to her. |
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This is the kid Meg asked about in the last video.
We watched him sharpen a stick, then poke the other kids with it. He was totally violent and headed for preschool juvvie. |
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Car fire!
I tell ya, it was an exciting time. Meg and I have decided to never miss a demolition derby ever. |
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I didn’t get to spend the weekend with my dogs, but I have a feeling this is mostly what they did. |