June 7, 2015

Day one: George and Mage go to the Fair

Sometimes the most important part of the Fair are these machines.  Since I often ride around, my feet don’t feel as awful as G’s do.  They tickle my feet as they vibrate, but they turn his to happy feet. 

We got there early thanks to the press tickets given us by Captain Poolie.  Thanks Poolie.  She doesn’t like crowds, but this year she would have loved the Firemen’s Demolition Derby held at the Fair as a fundraiser for the Burn Center.  Frankly, it’s the best fundraiser around.

Yes, we went to the woodworking, the quilting, the homemaking section, the kiddie area, and the sales floor.  We ate….lots, and we returned over and over again to get images from the Demo Derby. 

Slowly I begin to understand things.  Each fire district finds a full frame car and raise the money to get it ready to race.  The driver’s door is painted orange.  Each driver flies a red flag and takes it down when he can’t get his battered car to move one more inch.  Glass is removed and a steel mesh installed in the windshield space.  Hoods and trunks are chained down.  Gas tanks are drained.  Anything dangling down has been removed so most cars have straight headers.  Noisy and exciting stuff.  Who knew one donation could get so exciting.

The bigger car the better.  This was the first station wagon I had ever seen racing.  It was a really heavy Ford LTD, full framed automobile. 

I cheered the red wagon on.  Who knew that the long rear overhang would get pressed down into the dirt.   Who knew the firemen would find a way to press it upwards like bending a soda can in the middle.  This was a crush Poolie would have enjoyed. 

By the end of the final race, number 76 looked like an AMC Gremlin.  The remnants of a frame you see in the last photograph are gone, and the rear of the car is sheared off level with the back seat.  Despite the prominence of Fords, a Cadillac won as the last car standing.

We ate more high calorie stuff for dinner and wandered the midway enjoying the drama of the moment.

“What do you want to do now?”  George asked.

“Home,” I replied.  And so we did.

  • Himself:  After the go, go, go of yesterday, we both took today lazily.  He did have to get a haircut.  The next two days he will spend commuting.  He had a wonderful time eating anything he wanted yesterday.  Today it’s back to protein.
  • Herself:  I too stopped watching the calories.  Among my wanton sins could be counted an ice cream cone and a Cream Puff….much smaller than last year.  Quilts were middlin’, but the cakes and place settings were wonderful.  I had a grand time.
  • Reading:  Some new book.
  • Balance:  Keeping those feet up.


    1. I do not like the noise nor the destruction that is left behind, but I a glad that it goes for a good cause. You write as though you had a great time, and that us all that counts. Back ti small portions of healthy food and keep moving.

    2. So glad you enjoyed the fair! I haven't been there for about 8 years.

    3. This is something my nephew would have given his eye teeth to see.

    4. Wouldn't want to be a passenger in those cars:)


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