What? You are looking at the title of this post and shaking your head...does that mean you've never been to a combine demolition derby? Seriously? Doesn't everyone go to these things?
Well, I guess not everyone goes. Despite being an Idaho native, I attended my very first combine demolition derby last month. Steve & Phil had donated an old combine to the cause and we all showed up in force to cheer #13 on. (If these still photos bore you, trying checking out this video clip from a few years back).
|Uncle Jeff and Sam. See how Sam can't look at the camera? He's too busy ogling the combines.|
|Loretta, Ellea, and Andie. They think Andie doesn't like them. Well, Andie doesn't really like anybody. But, she's sitting on Ellea's lap, pointing out a "com-bine" (sometimes a "bine-com"), so I'd say she DOES like them.|
|Another plus of the combine demo derby: FAIR FOOD. Greasy burgers, elephant ears, etc. Here's Sam chowing down on Grandma's burger.|
|Look, Ma, no kids! My ten minutes of Andie-free time were spent chugging a beer and sitting by my husband. It was like a date.|
|All the little combines in a pretty row.|
|Ellea and Andie again.|
|Lucky number 13|
|Lucky number 13 broke this brown combine's axle. Whoo hoo!|
|Kauf-MEN: Joe, Fred, Sam, and Phil|
|During a break, Sam, Morgan, Phil and Papa pretended to be T-rexes with "little arms". It's way funnier than it sounds.|
Sam, though, had a fabulous time. He continually talks about combines crashing into each other and we play combine-demolition-derby on our living room floor with whatever toy tractors and trucks tend to be around. He clearly remembers that #13 took the Brown Combine out of the running by breaking its rear axle, so that's his favorite move. "Uh-oh. Looks like I broke your axle, Mom."
Joe, of course, was thrilled. He was riveted by the action and tried to get closer to the action whenever he had a chance. We'll probably all try it again next year...provided we can get Andie a good long nap somewhere in there.