The Combines

The combine demolition derby is a dying breed.  It's not your average derby, people.  That is why we made the effort to get there at 7:30 p.m. on a Monday.  With 3 machine lovin' kids - it was well worth the trip.  There was a huge crowd.  Now I understand why. 

The massive destruction that takes place when you put 9 of these machines in a small area is a bit mind blowing. The tires were popped on impact and these puppies road around with one or two good tires. Not sure how they do it. Not to mention the noise of the crunching metal.   Wow.

Take it from Sam, it is best to cover your ears. 

What's not to love about machines with things like "Eat Me" painted on the cutter bar?  I mean, it's a cultural experience.  I'm just glad that doesn't make any sense to our children.  Not yet, anyway.  Or the tires that said, "Bad Year" on them.  Get it?   The "Papa Smurf " combine that was painted blue made the fave list for our kids.  "The Hammer" was the winner and made out with some cash.  Lucky guy. 



Without further adieu, the combines:

If you ever get a chance, you better go to one, even just to say that you have. 

Crazy.  Weird.  Sort of ridiculous.  But fun.  Lots of fun. 

Did I mention you could get nachos and funnel cakes for snacks?  What's not to love?