I totally did not know that my dad used to race in demolition derbies back in the day.
Last night I felt blissfully blue collar as I snuck into the Barry County Fair demolition derby with my brother and bet on the contest. The sole guide to my betting being picking a car that most resembled Annie's Caprice, because I know those suckers are built crazy solid. The dark side of my personality was fed by the sheer carnage, but I evened it out by delighting in the sweet faces of the goats at the livestock barns.