Git R Done!

We took Dylan to a huge country fair not too far away, which each year becomes a focal point for many people around here for one week. We chose Tuesday because that was when the truck and tractor pull contests took place. Mark and his brother seemed amped up about it. I really haven't even heard about it until this year.

We got our seats early (they fill up quickly) and waited, watching entrants climb the stage to enter their vehicle of choice into the contest. I loved how one woman ate her popcorn and watched the contestants line up, all while her grandchild slept on her lap. It doesn't get much more country than that. Well, I guess if she threw a dip of chew in...

We watched as modified trucks took turns pulling a huge weight-transferring sled down a dirt track to see who could get farthest before their trucks stopped. After that, the modified tractor races took place, followed by tractor trailers, and finally, diesels.

This seemed like a strange thing to want to do, but compared to what I watched last year, this looked fairly normal. Last year, we arrived at the fair just in time for lawnmower races. I swear, they went about 30mph. Big guys on them too. All of them were wearing helmets, and expertly navigated through the courses turns with skill that was obviously practiced. I remember watching for about a half an hour, laughing so hard that tears ran down my face, all while being surrounded by people who couldn't figure out why I found any of it funny.

Anyway, as we watched countless manly men hook their trucks up, only to break a rear axle at 150 ft, I realized that we knew three of the entrants. One was my girlfriend's dad who didn't get very far at all, another was a high school friend of mine, and lastly, was a friend of Mark's- however, he let his girlfriend drive his rig. Sweet.

None of them did well, but we were just happy that the idiots didn't break anything. In case any of you wonder what a nationally ranked tractor with jet engines attached to it looks and sounds like as it pulls a sled down a 300ft dirt tract....well, you're in luck.

TURN DOWN YOUR VOLUME (seriously- it's loud.)

It was so loud at the track that the stands we sat in actually shook. Thankfully, Mark's brother, Josh, was the smart one who packed a set of earphones for Dylan. Throughout the whole show, Dylan yelled things like: "Git er done!" and "Let er eat!" It's like the spirit of Larry the Cable Guy morphed into my sweet child for a few hours. I believe he may have been coached about what to say at these things prior to us going. Needless to say, he fit right in. Granted, he had more teeth than 90% of the people there, but he fit right in.

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