Saturday, April 19, 2008
They call it a "Destruction Derby" instead of a Demolition Derby nowadays.
26 cars.
The cars are stripped down of extraneous things, and crash into each other. It is over in a relatively short amount of time.
Yes, black socks and sandals.
Jim, Chris, and I enjoyed the derby, whatever it is called.
Jim (in blue) stands next to the winning,woofy driver.
Besides the awesomely cute goats (except for the dead baby one that was being deposited in a trash bin), the chickens, and the mama pig and her babies (including a tiny runt), the best part of the fair are the many fine men standing around.
This one is shearing a goat.
Going to the fair exposes you to many people you don't normally see (although we did run into Forrest while there).
DILF.
We ate fair food, but I had a Greek Salad, so it almost didn't count. The onion rings were awful.
Sheep!
No rides, I didn't want to get sick.
Close to sunset.
It was a nice time with good friends.
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26 cars.
The cars are stripped down of extraneous things, and crash into each other. It is over in a relatively short amount of time.
Yes, black socks and sandals.
Jim, Chris, and I enjoyed the derby, whatever it is called.
Jim (in blue) stands next to the winning,woofy driver.
Besides the awesomely cute goats (except for the dead baby one that was being deposited in a trash bin), the chickens, and the mama pig and her babies (including a tiny runt), the best part of the fair are the many fine men standing around.
This one is shearing a goat.
Going to the fair exposes you to many people you don't normally see (although we did run into Forrest while there).
DILF.
We ate fair food, but I had a Greek Salad, so it almost didn't count. The onion rings were awful.
Sheep!
No rides, I didn't want to get sick.
Close to sunset.
It was a nice time with good friends.
