Now I can--almost--say with utmost certainty that I've seen and experienced all things that are exclusively American. Well, I still haven't been to Mount Rushmore yet, nor have I been to the Northwest region of the US, or to Hawaii or Alaska for that matter. But those destinations are on my travel itinerary which I should be able to accomplish fairly soon.
But one tiny morsel of Americana that I was able to experience last week was the Monster Truck Rally. Yes, THE Monster Truck Rally! BIGFOOT trucks! Crushed twisted metal! Toxic fumes! The whole shebang!
It might sound silly but I've always wanted to go to a Monster Truck Rally. I've watched it on TV plenty of times but never really had the chance to see it live until last Saturday night.
One of the perks of working at the Bradley Center is the opportunity to see any events that are going on in the building for FREE. That means any concerts (U2 is coming to town on September 25th), sporting events and other special occasions. It also means that I get to see the Monster Truck Rally for free.
Not that I'm such a cheapskate--or penurious, to use the word I came about recently--that I am not willing to shell out the ridiculously dirt-cheap 8 dollars for the ticket; I don't usually go to events like this, period. Truthfully, I don't find it very enjoyable at all--I mean the real live actions that go on in the center of the arena. The Bigfoot trucks stomping on the haplessly arrayed bunch of clunkers gets pretty old after a while. There's only so much enjoyment and amazement that one can fathom from seeing the sight of the twisted metals writhing underneath the sheer awesome power of the gargantuan tires. Also, I got dizzy after a while from the noxious exhaust fumes that permeated the air in the arena.
Still, it's Americana and there's no where else in this world one can find a Monster Truck Rally. Only here in the good 'ol US of A.
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