Friday, June 27, 2014
June 27 2014
My dad had 5 girls and he would take all of his girls to demolition derbies and the Indianapolis 500 every year. I know that man wanted boys so bad, but he did the best he could with the girls that he had. We also went to rodeos and on lots and lots of car trips. His favorite places to take us all was to small towns with old restaurants that still had the soda fountains and old town squares. We would get out of the car and walk around and explore every inch of those squares. His favorite’s streets were the brick roads that you could drive on and the tires would make that thump thump sound when you drove across them.
He loved cars and would take us girls to old car shows. These cars were beautiful with their shiny paint jobs and the hoods were always up exposing their shiny silver engines. I always wondered how they kept them so clean; our engine in our car didn’t look like that.
When we would go to the demolition derby at the Ogle County Fair each of us girls would pick a car at the beginning of the derby that we thought would make it to the end. They would start the derby with all of the cars revving their engines and they would all enter the ring slamming and banging in to each other and all the engines would be smoking and spitting oil. Between the roar of the engines and sounds of crunching metal it was so loud that you couldn't hear each other talk. The smell of burning oil and smoke would fill the air and it was awful. The drivers would all try their hardest to see who could fling mud the farthest in to the crowd by spinning their tires towards the stands, it was Awesome! It was even better when one of the engines would catch on fire, you could hear the collective gasp when the flames would shoot out of the front of the car and the driver would jump out and run from the burning engine. When the driver broke the stick tied to the driver’s side door of their car you knew they were done. We would watch them bow out one by one and we would sit there hoping that the one that we picked would make it the end. My dad grinned ear to ear from start to finish, he loved them and now I do. I haven’t been to one in years so if anyone knows where they are at around here in Missouri please let me know.
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