But it sure seems like a lot of memories are built around them.
The Indianapolis 500, of course, stands alone. It’s Mount Rushmore. Every adult reading this should go to at least one. Every adult reading this who can be in the company of children as the kids witness the Greatest Spectacle in Racing should go to at least one more.
Feel free to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org to quibble about that, but as verbal as I can be, I can’t relate to you something I don’t understand. Just go. Thank me later.
The old school car shows have made a big move up the Cannon FunMeter. Other than my father and cousin dabbling in this sort of thing when I was a kid, don’t look for me to be the Mel Kiper of 1960’s car shows or know why this can be great family time.
Again, as verbal as I can be, I can’t relate to you something I don’t understand. Just go and thank me later.
This brings us to Monster Trucks. I bet you’ve guessed it – as verbal as I can be…
So I’m on the set hosting PCNC’s NightTalk interviewing Monster Jam truck driver and all-around nice guy John Seasock. I’m the one trying to stir up a conversation about trucks, the series and race course details; he’s the one getting choked up telling me stories about his fans’ loyalty. Complete role reversal.
I found myself intrigued, particularly when I got home and the boys couldn’t stop shouting “GRINDER” – the “name” of John’s Monster.
So we go to the show at Consol Energy Center and I have three banjos wrapped so tightly around what’s going on—despite audible levels that dwarf most music concerts—I have to practically peel them out of their seats to go home.
Which reminds me, all these car stories? Maybe they’re not really about cars. No disrespect to motor vehicles, racing, vintage or monster trucks... but let’s hope they're about something much more.