When I saw the signs for the Mud Drags last year, I thought maybe it was big tractors hauling heavy things through the mud. Dragging them as it were. Even still, I knew that Max and Rex would love it (whatever it turned out to be). With a name like "Mud Drag," you can't go wrong.
What it is, though, is two lumpy bumpy mud-filled lanes that run about 100 yards. Two trucks ease up to the line and two big guys with flags make sure they're even. When the light changes, they roar down to the other end, trying to stay in the track, not get sideways, and not lose.
I like the homemade-fun aspect of this event. There aren't any professionals, the trucks are mongrel dogs, and people come out to cheer for their friends.
"Ford Killer" blowing smoke out the pipes... which run straight out the manifold up in front of the truck. That's a Dodge over there, but let's see what happens.
"BWRRRWWRRR!"
"Agh!" It rolls. Oops. The guy got out fine.
This is where I remember to pan the camera to take pictures of moving objects. High school photo class finally 'arrives' with me... 20 years later.
This guy got sideways and ended up in the median. Twice. Once on a solo run! Now THAT's entertainment! Max turned around and said "are all these people DRUNK?!"
Look out fer them Duke boys!The prevalence of Confederate Battle Flags this far North and West of the Mason-Dixon line isn't puzzling, but it is kind of funny. Where are all the State of Jefferson flags?
Here's the mud-covered judge for the outside lane. He tooks some heckling ("You're BLIND!") as a few spectators got a few Ice Buds to the good, but he didn't react. Earplugs, I think. In the background you can see the orange Dodge that rolled, all trailered up to go home. I guess that's a good reason not to drive your rig to the race...
I'm a big fan of granaries, feed stores and silos, and Sheridan has a nice one. I think I'm going to the Willamina Mud Drags next week, too...
