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Wreck-A-Bama

There I was.
Pretty much in the middle-of-nowhere-Alabama.
With a whhoooolllleee bunch of rednex.
The truth is I have always wanted to see a demo-derby.
You know, those smash 'em, whap 'em things with old beat up cars driven by mostly old beat up people.
Yes I'm stereotyping, get over it.

So the "F" decided to make my wish come true!
We headed out to the Legendary (that's what is says on your ticket) Huntsville Speedway.

Oh yeah, and we had beer.
We had to at least try to blend in ;-)


Honestly, the demo-derby turned out to be the least fun "event" of the entire night.
First, we were treated to the fast paced "Baby Grands"... sort of like mini-Nascars.

Then, came the powderpuff race where the women married to the demo-derby boys drove the demo-derby cars in a race...smoking engines, barely hanging on bumpers, and all.

Next up was the "Ski Race" where metal plates are bolted onto the rear hubs of some really beat up front-wheel drive cars. Then the drives attempted to complete 10 laps of crazy-angle driving and loosey goosey back ends. The best part? A minivan won. Yup. Sweet.

Of course how could I forget the burnout competition where station wagons, trucks, and "the beast" all burnt out until at least one of their tires blew. That was some good times!

Ok, then we were onto my favorite race!!! The boat race. Not like boats racing, but more like cars towing boats (without trailers) racing. The goal was to have some piece of the boat remaining after ten laps. This was probably the most redneck event all night.

So, just to prove to ya'll that I did witness some fiiiiiiiinne racing...here I am standing on the track after the boat race!


Oh, and that's the BF down there...he really got into the redneck spirit!





Just in case you still don't believe me...

Comments

  1. Hey, are you sure you weren't spending the weekend in Marengo, Iowa? That stuff happens here EVERY weekend! It looks like it was lots of fun and I'm glad you enjoyed what us ole' rednecks like to watch. The truck and tractor pull is in a few weeks if you're interested. You make me giggle!
    Love, Aunt Vicki

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  2. I don't think I was in Marengo, the southern accents from the announcers might have given it away. I always tried to get dad to take me to a demo derby there in Marengo, but the timing just never worked out right. Dangit. Oh well, maybe I will have to head up there for the truck and tractor pull!!

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