OHDD

OHDD, short for Ohio Demolition Derby, which is short for Tons of Cars Crashing Into Each Other For A Crowd of Strangers' Entertainment, A Trophy, and Fifty Bucks. Yes, roaring engines, screaming fans, lots of dirt, and greasy food. It sucks. And it's the BEST TIME OF YOUR LIFE!!!!
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We had some really gross fair food for dinner and got into the stands right away. We sat in front of two new mothers, which confused me. Who would want to bring their newborn child to something similar to a monster truck rally? I don't know, but my mom seems to attract small children on planes and at games and in stands and such. So of course we would be in front of the only pair in the stadium. Not that it mattered, but....
the derby starts and there's roaring engines and we all scream our heads off and pound our feet on the metal bleachers so that they can try and rip each other to shreds. Yippee!!!!
But it was actually a lot of fun. I snitched a couple skittles from Leah and we bet on cars that would win. I need to learn more about cars, I figure. I know nothing but that they have an engine and they use gas. I don't know much else. Mileage? nope. Gears, shifts, belts? No freaking way. But I better if I ever want to drive, because with my luck in new things in life, I will DIE.
I won a lot of the smaller battles between the cars (Or, at least, the car I bet on did) and Leah got bored and whiny like little kids do after sitting for a few hours. So my mom and I took her down to the riding-area of the fair. We bought tickets and me and Leah rode the Music Xpress and the Scrambler, a great sister-sister tradition that Jacqueline and I have now carried on to Leah. Afterward, we headed back to the derby just in time for the very last and most important part of all. The final round. It was exciting, and God was it LOUD. You know, it's kind of funny when things actually make the sounds of the sound of the words they claim to sound like. Wow, that was confusing. I mean, these cars actually went VROOM, like in the little kids' story books. Cats don't really meow but cars definitely vroom, at least in derbies.
The funny thing is, even though I won most of the other rounds, Leah's first ever bet won altogether. Number three, an awesome looking black oldsmobile-type-car with green flames along the side and TrU OXyGen painted on the hood, these little pipes sticking out above the letters where flames puffed out every time they made a good CRASH. It was a pretty awesome paintjob, and a powerful car.
It's ridiculous how much fun it is to watch Tons of Cars Crashing Into Each Other For A Crowd of Strangers' Entertainment, A Trophy, and Fifty Bucks.