She Thinks My Monster Truck's Sexy
10:08:00 AM
This past weekend was quite honestly, amazing.
Of all the places Mitch thought to take me on our first few months of dating, one of them was to the Monster Truck show. Now, if you are anything like me, or I guess I should say "how I was", you would be terrified of the idea!
... I've come to love them...
This year was awesome because not only did we got to the Holt Arena (wink, wink) but Mitch also competed in the Monster Truck Tough Trucks competition!
When we had called earlier in the month to see how he would sign up, we were told he could have a co-driver, so I was pretty stoked! Mitch and I got on our matching jerseys, we collected all of our gear, and we even hyped ourselves up the entire car ride to Pocatello. However, when we got there, we were told that there were no co-drivers allowed. That was a bummer, but I did get to sit in the "Pit Crew" seating, which was really just the first row of seats.
Mitch drove our old Bronco (the yellow one) in the tough trucks competition. It was so nerve wracking, especially the jump that they had to do. I was crossing my fingers with every fiber of my being that the good ol' roll bar in the Bronky wasn't put to good use.
I think the best part of the Monster Truck show is getting to 'People Watch'. Admit it, we all do it! And Monster Truck shows are when the freaks come out to play. Before the Tough Truck event, Mitch and all of the other drivers had to sign a liability waiver (huge freaking gulp) and give proof of a drivers license. This one guy, who had his arm in a cast that has profanity sharpied all over it and referred to himself in the third person, came up and said with a twinkle in his eye, "Bubba ain't never got his drivers license. There's no use for 'em when you learn to drive at 13. Bubba is just gon' drive. Bubba done alreadah paid you, sos' Bubba's gon' drive!" There was a lot of swearing mixed in, but the general gist was that you 'ain't nevah seen a redneck like Bubba.'
What's worse is they let him drive, only telling him "If we find out you were drunk when you drove, you won't get any money."
It was at that moment I secretly wished Mitch hadn't signed a liability waiver. Actually, make that not so secret. I had some serious Ginny Weasley eyes at that moment.
Mitch and I laugh about it now, but in all honesty, that was when I was freaking out that Mitch was driving alone. Somehow I thought it would be better if I drove with him??? Logic escapes me in times of duress.
Mitch and I in our matching jerseys. I was so pumped and ready to drive with him, but I'm glad I got to see it from the seats and not get the horrid whiplash from nose diving off of the jumps. It would have been a really fun "bucket list" thing to cross off.
Overall, Mitch did not win his race, but he did get in some good hits! He rammed into the superman truck and few times, and it rammed back. The most shocking thing was that at the end of the night, the guy who Mitch raced against offered to buy our Bronco from us!
The fender was in a 'v' shape and the left side of the Bronco was completely torn up. To say the least, we parted with our beloved Bronco for the same amount Mitch paid for it... 8 years ago!
Goodbye, dear Bronky. You have served us well, from hill climbs to cruising around on the farm, and that one time where you almost made Ana pee her pants. You will be missed.
- Alex
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