Demolition Derby

I had a loud and raucous date tonight, with Brandt and Paul Moreland.  We went to the demolition derby in Spanish Fork as part of the Utah County Fair.  What a classic example of good old red-neck Americana.  Can it get any more ridiculous than a bunch of men driving stripped down cars into each other hoping for a large cash prize?  I'm not sure it does.

But while it may be ridiculous, it is certainly a really good time!  I can't help but laugh and laugh as they ram into each other, as cars crunch, tires come off, and occasionally someone gets flipped over or a car catches on fire.  It's loud, it's wild, and it's just so much fun.  Actually, Kent and Blythe don't think it's all that fun, but Brandt wanted to go, he wanted to take Paul, and I was good to have a double date.

We sat with Mikayla and Guy, Eugene, Sharae, Blake, Makenna, and Luke, as well as Crew and Griffin who were there with Taisen and Maren Allen and their boys, plus two or three others.  We danced in between heats, and the boys monkeyed around.  A good time was had by all!

The red car managed to reverse off number 45 car.

The grey car lost both front tires and ended all smashed up.

But he kept right on driving.

The truck round!

Paul was up until 2:30am at a campout with Kent and the 11-year-old scouts.

While I'm fairly confident he liked the derby,

I'm also fairly confident he was wasted by the end.

Luke is standing on a stair.

Brandt is standing one stair up from Luke.

Paul is standing one stair up from Brandt.

Luke is still taller than both of them.

And Brandt is still taller than Paul.

Everyone loudly singing

"OOOOOOOH, half-way there! OOOOH-OH! Livin' on a prayer!"

Me and my dates!