I love him. I really do. But recently we’ve been showing up at a lot of country events. As mentioned before, I experienced my first Monster Truck show. Amongst the mullets and cheering, I changed my original thoughts on Monster Trucks.
Flash forward a few weeks and you would find us sitting at Supercross. Again, I went in with my reservations and left, well… okay Supercross was a bust. It’s not that I disliked it. It was that I couldn’t figure out what in Hades was going on. Once the pack leader lapped the slowest guy, I lost track of everyone. And it seemed that no matter where I looked, I never got to see the actual crash…just the aftermath. Just not fair.
So our trifecta will be complete on Saturday. We are going to Nuclear Cowboyz. Of course, this was an even that The Boy set up about us. In fact, he’s so excited he may have peed a little. And while I go in not sure what to expect, I imagine I’ll leave being a post-apocalyptic-motorcycle-dancing-choreographing thingy.
On a totally unrelated note, The Boy and I were going for a walk at the park and both stopped in our tracks as a half naked barefoot man ran up a hill carrying a four foot log. I just wanted you to have the same visual that we were able to experience.
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