Happy Derby Day!

When I first married into the Grange family Dave would tell me this any chance he got.

"It's Derby Eve. Aren't you excited?" And then the following morning, "Happy Derby Day!"

I still hear these words often. I am just more used to the phrase and so it doesn't seem like an odd thing to say. And, yes. It is a happy day.

Here are some shots from last Saturdays' carnage in Preston ID. That's DJ in the blue and white, on the left. He kept on pounding these two until his buddy on top could get enough traction to drive off the poor kid underneath him. The gray car on top rolled some guy right on his lid after that. Looks like fun, don't it?

I'll be honest. By the end of the summer I am a bit tired of the derby scene. Smoke, greasy laundry, noise, bleachers, lots of dirt, and far less than the classiest group of citizens. But, car smashing sure gives my children and husband a thrill. And therefor, I am glad that Derby season is upon us. Next time I am bringing a chair, and a sandwich.

No, DJ hardly ever gets a scratch. Sometimes a sore neck. Mostly just filthy. In fact he gets banged up and burned more putting the car together than driving it headlong into others. Go figure.