Vrooooooom!

So today we took the kids to Bandimere Speedway, to observe the time trials for all sorts of racing classes. We saw old skool hot rods, lean and mean drag racers, magnificent Impalas, a few modded rice rockets here and there, and a few street cars and motorcycles that happily laid down $35 each to tear up a quarter-mile.

It was glorious. My girls were thrilled to see more than a few women racing, and had a chance to talk with them after their runs. My son was apoplectic with joy and excitement, he couldn't take his eyes off a souped-up 'Vette that managed the 1/4 in 10, and (as he does with Gravedigger when he's watching monster trucks) booed any vehicle that lined-up against his pretty favorite.

All of them want to get into racing and I'm looking at Karting for them. Damn expensive hobby, especially x 3! Still, I love that they're into cars. When they fight over track formations for the slot cars, my heart swells with pride.

What can I do? They think soccer is dumb and after a half-hearted try, the girls gave up on dance and cheering. One of the girls wants to do some sort of martial arts training, but damn, she's already a menace!

Our summer is going to be great: swimming at the pool, dining al fresco, visiting the mountains, going to outdoor concerts around town, and Saturday night races at the Speedway--hot dogs, chili cheese fries, the smell of burnt rubber and the roar of drag racing.

Life is good.