Though they teased me that I was biased in my
photo finish of one of Matthew's races, I think you can clearly see that
the grey car is going to beat the black and red car.
The day grew dark as we competed through the distance
and ski jump rounds. My car was too wobbly to be useful; the slight dips
in the track sent me into the wall both times. People milled about when
they weren't cheering, and we managed to plow through two containers of Chevys chips and salsa. Eventually
it because clear that people were waiting for the demolition derby to
begin...
I finally understood why everyone was so excited.
Destroying our creations via smashing them into each other had some
appeal. I went up against one of the most finely constructed cars and it
was all over...
And after all that excitement, a bunch of us went for
"Indian Snacks" at Real Ice Cream. I was introduced to a whole host of
wonderfully strange new flavors and I merrily went home full and
exhausted.
