Tuesday, June 5, 2012

"No Guts - No Glory"

Song that was my inspiration for this story, just something about the melody.
The Shins - It's Only Life
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vi7aVsmH_eo


The Son
It had been three weeks of planning, preparing, and painting with the hopes that his wonder on wheels and his talents to be a demo derby driver would result in a victory of becoming the next, Anne Arundel Country Fair and the Nation-Wide Demolition Derby organizations, V4 car class, winner. Days’ leading up to the main event was filled with entangled thoughts of sporadic emotions that had begun to resonate into his mind as the fear of being injured was setting in.  There was no doubt that he wanted this victory and a chance to prove, that what he had said he could do, would be done. He had seen it done by others, thousands of times. He had seen numerous drivers being carried out by paramedics due to various injuries, but still there was nothing to prepare him for the first impact after the officials blow their whistles and wave the green flags. At that moment he would know, there would be no turning back for the boy in car 22.



 The Mom
She had always feared his getting hurt in things he had done over the course of his youthful life. It was a hard journey to watch her precious baby boy grow through the years. Days’ leading up to the main event she was filled with entangled thoughts of sporadic emotions that had begun to resonate into her mind as the fear of him being injured was setting in.  There was no doubt, she also knew that he wanted this victory and a chance to prove, that what he had said he could do, would be done. She had also seen numerous drivers being carried out by paramedics due to various injuries, but still there was nothing to prepare her for the first impact after the officials blow their whistles and wave the green flags. At that moment there would be no turning back. On June 2, 2012 a 17 year old boy would drive out onto the track and in the end, win or lose, he’d be returning a man whether this mother was ready for this moment or not.
The Dad
As proud as proud could be a dad assisted with the planning and preparing for his young sons moment when he would become a man. This dad wishing he could have had his time behind the wheel, as a 17 year old boy, lived in the moment through his son. The dad would do his part in the pit crews to assist his son with the his motor worries and would also drive the event tractor to pull stranded derby drivers off the track for the next heats. There was no doubt, this dad also knew that his son wanted this victory and a chance to prove, that what he had said he could do, would be done. On June 2, 2012 a 17 year old boy would drive out onto the track and in the end, win or lose, he’d be returning a man, a moment this dad had been anticipating for years and was ready for.

The Event

The Grandstands began to fill rapidly when the gates opened at 4:00pm. The weather masked itself with sheer perfection to trick people into believing it was a glorious fall Saturday afternoon on this 2nd day in June. The smell of hamburgers, hot dogs, funnel cakes and barbecued meats filled the air. If you closed your eyes, you’d think it was an event at the County Fair in September.  One by one, derby drivers from near and far slowly made their way into the pit area to unload and prepare their wonder on wheels for the most anticipated event of the season – the 2012 Nation-Wide Demolition Derby. Each driver orchestrated their own pit crews as if they were part of the NASCAR circuit with each mechanical technician knowing what their mission was to keep the car and the driver on the track until the very end.  As the event kicked off, pit crews and drivers, not of the engine class on the track, would watch the talents of each driver, veteran and new, hoping to learn a secret strategy to capture the win. The big boys of the V8 Class were first and what a show they put on for the spectators.
What not to do - Drive up the back of another car and then flip onto your side.
V8 Class heat
One by one the class sizes reduced to the most anticipated class in the event - The V4's. The crowd in the stands cheered as each of the six drivers made their way onto the track. Time stood still and then in the blink of an eye - The moment was here.





The minutes felt like hours, and at one point number 22 had hit another car so hard when he commenced to disable a car with the back end of his car, that his helmet was knocked off and landed in the back of his car. The officials decision - Put the helmet on and keep going. We all were tense, our fingers and toes crossed as the six cars dwindled to five, four, three, two and then....


Proud Dad and Son Enjoying the Win


The man does what he said he would do  - HE WINS!  Congratulations to my son - Ryan. I am so very proud of you and in my eyes, no matter how tall or how deep your voice gets, you'll always be my baby boy. All my love - Mom.


The Day after the Night Before

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