Well, I had to make sure that everyone around me knew that I did not usually come to these kinds of events. For some reason they all found it funny. It was intermission. I was talking through my sweater that I was holding over my nose. It stunk like – why do we study cow farts and their impact on the environment? Why don’t we study monster truck fumes and THEIR impact?
My grandson Andrew was finding the evening full of exciting moments – big tires crushing cars, revving the engines, racing each other over the likes of dying vans, old dodges and fords – all spray painted baby blue with flying beer flags all over them. We were in the second row. We could feel the force of the crush as the monster tire on the monster truck made pancakes of them all. The truck shells looked so odd on top of all that metal - a combobulation of springs, exhaust pipes, and suspension stuff. As they reared in the air and roared their underbellies were impressive.
We had to stand up and throw our hands in the air and cheer for “Geter Done” and “Wild Thang” and “Monster Patrol”. I saw Andrew’s veins in the side of his neck – his face was all red and his eyes fierce – full of manliness as he cheered the tilting and bobbling trucks on. Grampy just took it all in with quiet laughter – pleased with Drew’s enthusiasm.
Motor cyclists performed daring high jumps with their bikes – one did a complete flip with motor cycle and all. I heard Andrew scream “AWESOME” – but all I could think is I hope you don’t kill yourself young man.
We got autographs. That was really cool for Drew. All in all a good fun night with the Drew. But I will never go again!
My grandson Andrew was finding the evening full of exciting moments – big tires crushing cars, revving the engines, racing each other over the likes of dying vans, old dodges and fords – all spray painted baby blue with flying beer flags all over them. We were in the second row. We could feel the force of the crush as the monster tire on the monster truck made pancakes of them all. The truck shells looked so odd on top of all that metal - a combobulation of springs, exhaust pipes, and suspension stuff. As they reared in the air and roared their underbellies were impressive.
We had to stand up and throw our hands in the air and cheer for “Geter Done” and “Wild Thang” and “Monster Patrol”. I saw Andrew’s veins in the side of his neck – his face was all red and his eyes fierce – full of manliness as he cheered the tilting and bobbling trucks on. Grampy just took it all in with quiet laughter – pleased with Drew’s enthusiasm.
Motor cyclists performed daring high jumps with their bikes – one did a complete flip with motor cycle and all. I heard Andrew scream “AWESOME” – but all I could think is I hope you don’t kill yourself young man.
We got autographs. That was really cool for Drew. All in all a good fun night with the Drew. But I will never go again!
2 comments:
Well, Drew certainly enjoyed himself....that much I know for sure!
I thought something was really off that you went to Monster Truck Event but ahhhhhh the "Grandson"!!! These are times I'm glad I'm just a "Nana". Ha Ha
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