the second year we entered the Orange county fair demolition derby, we had five cars all in my drive way and we stayed up late painting them, with the kids in the summer time heat, the next morning we all drove to Middletown and destroyed cars, with girls in red white and blue bikinis and guys in tiny cut off jeans and 'stashes.If you have never been in a derby let me tell you something you may not know.
the other drivers don't want to just win, they really want to kill you.
they will go out of their way to crash a steel bumper into your face, full speed, they want your car to explode, they want an ambulance to pull you off the track, they really want to kill me.
i knew as i drove around the track beeping my horn, and you know what?
I really wanted to kill them.
I did, i can't say take it back or lie to myself, i wanted to kill everyone i had ever encountered behind the wheel, anyone, everyone, you.
but i didn't, and my car became trapped in a pile up, while i slammed it from reverse to forward helplessly, laughing with a full tank of gas, fifteen gallons, which i had forgotten to siphon, the crowd cheering, the lights, the heat of gasoline engines, the deafening roar of unmuffled exhaust, death, shit, and enlightenment.
afterwards.
walking across the track, completely covered with sweat, holding my orange glitter helmet over my head, defeated, everything behind me destroyed, i was reborn.
exactly the same.
wondering if you will ever enter a derby again, it seems you got a kick out of being smashed to death, are you scared, or just bored or maybe we will see you at forks next year earing a rainbow helmet.......unless your broken!
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