About a month ago, a tornado caused a lot of damage at Dixie Speedway, but luckily they were able to get it repaired before the event. I felt really guilty, too, because I may or may not have wished that something would prevent us from being about to go to the race. Sorry, Dixie. I had no idea that tornadoes even listened to me.
But after last night, I was asking WHY has nobody ever taken me to Dixie Speedway before? Even if it was against my will. Monster trucks, motocross stunts, and demolition derby. This stuff is awesome! My inner-redneck was whoompin' and hollerin' like a 12 year old girl at a Justin Bieber concert.
At first, sure, I felt a little out of place. I know we are all the same on the inside, but good lawd! we are not all the same on the outside.
According to a study that I made up for the purposes of this blog, 96% of attendees agree that Hank Williams, Jr. is the greatest vocalist of all time. Another fictitious statistic reveals that one in three women under the age of 25 had a worn Copenhagen ring in the back pocket of their jeans.
Remember my blog post about the fair? Well, forget it. People watching at the dirt track yells "eat my dust" to the fair! It was like a "Best Of" showcase.
And I cannot remember the last time that I went to a sports event that was more family-oriented, patriotic and Christian-based.
Guess I am going to have to check out Hank Williams, Jr. now.
|Even though it never got below 68 degrees, my children looked like they were freezing to death. |
I had to tell people that they were from Ecuador.