Saturday J and went to the first of many local fairs. This is the smallest of the year, but my mom runs the photography exhibition so we always go to support her. This year we had the added bonus of her students entering a bus in the School Bus Demolition Derby.
That's right. School Bus. Demolition. Derby.
It was terrifying.
You know that horrible feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you hear a terrible car crash? Multiply that by 50 and that's what this was like for me. People were going NUTS. Like, falling over themselves excited. There was even a scuffle over some seats. The police had to get involved. I've never seen anything like it.
This was our bus. Sadly it didn't win.
It was chaos. The ground was full of debris. They had to stop three times because of fires. Absolute madness.
Dr Death here came in second, which was kind of amazing considering he didn't have a back end and by the end of the derby couldn't even back up because of it.
The driver had to climb out of the roof. J had to point out to me over and over that the drivers were all wearing neck braces and helmets and that they weren't allowed to hit each other head on. I'm very sensitive. Leave me alone. At the end everyone was safe and the winning school got a $1,000.00 donation.
From there we went and looked at the livestock.
Look at them. There's something about cows that I love. They're so calm and sweet and velvety...
I tried very hard to convince J that we needed a calf...
I was overruled. It's fine. I told him he couldn't get a goat and name him Billy Billy, so we're even.
I also love the alpaca's. They're so much fun. Did you know that alpaca's have no top teeth? I didn't either. They use the bottom teeth for digging. That's why they always look like they have a massive underbite. I think it adds to their charm.
We went to the horse pulling, which is my favorite part of ANY fair, but my pictures from that are not spectacular. Next fair, promise. We also watched a pig scramble which left me tramautized. They hold the pigs by the hind legs! Poor things! I'm sure it's the best way to hold pigs and it doesn't hurt, but I'M SENSITIVE, OKAY?! We don't ride rides, but the lights where so pretty as we were walking to the car to head home.
Fall in New England is my favorite. Till next time...