This is the journey of two middle aged women embarking on the RV fulltimers life. Preparing and living as nomads to keep from being committed to the local lunatic asylum by their friends and family. This is their journey from beginning to present day.
Niether of us are really into this monster truck thing, but it just so happens that my son, Vance drives them. He talked us into driving out to Lubbock to watch him. That would be the nearest show for me to attend. He was living in Georgia and traveled all over the US to drive in these shows, so needless to say I didn't get to see him too often.
We decided we would spend the weekend in Lubbock so we could see him. The drive from Dallas to Lubbock is really a pretty boring drive and there was a lot of road construction along the way. We arrived at the hotel late afternoon. After we got checked in we found our way to the track. We met the other drivers and took Vance to dinner. The following day we got up and explored the Lubbock area. Did my sons laundry (FUN!) and visited with him before the show. I was very nervous about the show. That is my baby boy driving that truck. This was the first time I had been to any of his shows and I was not going to let him know how nervous I was.
I was amazed at the line of people that wanted autographs before the show. The drivers stand out in the heat for several hours prior to the show to visit with the fans and sign autographs. The children were a lot of fun to watch. They brought their little checkered flags over for the drivers to sign. The show started about eight and lasted for several hours. I snapped a lot of pictures and rooted for my son. It was a little nerve racking but I handled real well, until he jumped a group of cars and was knocked out for a moment when the truck landed too hard. I was a real nervous rick then. He was checked out by the paramedics and was able to finish the show. I was glad to see my son but I don't think I want to see him drive again. He maybe 27 but he is still my lil boy!