Before the boys were born, dear husband and I went to a handful of NHRA events. He was drawn in by the line up of polished trucks, I was impressed by the sheer force of the vehicles down the drag strip. The pounding in your chest of a Nitro car thundering down the track is an experience I knew both my boys would be surprised and delighted by. So, for summer vacation this year, we decided they were old enough to experience the noise, mostly we decided they probably wouldn’t cry.
We saw three days of racing in between waves of heat, cloudy respite, and some rain. The white-hot stands roasted us, so we definitely obliged the boys when they wanted to wander the pits and check out advertiser’s booths. Freebies, rides, and games awaited their enthusiastic hands. We found the fellas brand loyal when cheering from their seats on the track, but not so loyal when freebies were in play.
My favorite part of the weekend was purely coincidental. Sunday, as we arrived to the gates, one side of the track was opened to the public! That is one spot dear husband and I have never seen so closely before! We all laughed as our shoes stuck to the surprisingly tacky surface. My youngest son cheerfully embellished his lack of ability to walk as his feet kept slipping from his shoes.
Despite the heat, rain, noise, and lack of good food, we pulled off three days with no tears! That may be the best part of all.