This one was as good as the last. DJ really showed up, as did all of the Granges. The main event was full of them. (Except Dev, sorry man. I promise your day will come!) Derby Dave, aka - Grandpa Grange won the the whole she-bang. DJ was second, thanks to some sort of miracle. His car looked like a pile of wreckage, but it just wouldn't quit! I guess it's all about what's under the hood. The heart of the beast was strong. (Isn't that the truth about a lot of things?) We brought home 3 big shiny trophies, they are on the fireplace mantle.
The girls spent the morning with G-pa and Demo (Daniel) and Dad at the shop. They were so grubby. This photo doesn't show the worst parts, pants and shoes. Geesh. There were the cutest little hand prints all over Grandpas station wagon though, pretty cute. Worth the red paint that I had to comb out of each head of hair.
DJ has had a lot to weigh down his mind the last few weeks, and some loneliness of his own. I was so glad to see a smile on his face Saturday night, it was ear to ear. He did get a battle wound, a sore for arm that got bashed into the steering wheel. Of course he is taking it like a man. I am sure it hurts more than he lets on. It is swollen! I am also sure that he will not give it a second thought when he gets behind the wheel for next weeks rumble.
Derby on!
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