Date Night in NASCAR Land

Date night is a very rare event at our house because of busy schedules, lack of funds, expensive baby sitting and we have a hard time deciding what to do. I like live theatre, art shows, antiques malls, wine tasting and any kind of live music. He likes, well, you will see here in a minute.

So while everyone and their sister went to see Alice in Wonderland, including our kids who were treated to a night out by their hip Aunt Debbie, I was swept away by my Prince in a long nosed, Peter Built semi tractor with the promise of exhaust choked air, and dirt in my eyes. Oooo, be still my heart! As Linda commended me already in an email, I am a "good wife".

I have to admit, it was a good time, only because I like new experinces and who doesn't dream of being swept away by a total he-man?

See the cars being smashed by the monster trucks? My honey helped strip them down and haul them one hour to the State Fair Ground arena in Sedalia, MO.
Notice the haze rising around the lights at the ceiling?

That is called carbon dioxide (CO2).

We were breathing it voluntarily.

We got in free, as part of the road crew, while others paid $20 each for the privelage.

I prefer free, but an open air arena would have been even better.

Note: in a conversation with my mother (a science major), she corrected me and said it was actually monoxide we were breathing. Okay, well, it still wasn't a healthy gas!

The blurs above are Big Dawg, in yellow and Grim Reaper in black,

drag racing monster truck style.

Appearances were also made by Tail Gator, Ultimate Over Kill

and Monster Patrol who obvioulsy had bar lights like a police car.

All of the 12 year old boys in the audience were THRILLED by the show.

Likewise all of the men.

I can't speak for all the women, but I did meet a driver's girlfriend

who was turned on by the smell of gasoline.

Hmmm, can't really relate to that.

I couldn't pass up an opportunity to have my picture taken next to a monster tire after the show. These last two photos were taken while my honey helped load crushed cars into our "date" vehicle to haul back to the scrap yard in Higginsville.

Here is Tail Gator ready to be put to bed into his trailer. Aren't his bed time tires ADORABLE? I thought it was too darned cute. Little tires. I chuckle whenever I think about it.

If this post whet your appetite for seeing more big tires, perhaps you would like The Monster Blog.

This afternoon, I will be watching NASCAR on TV.

My life is full and my beer glass runneth over.

Someone help me.