Spent the weekend at the North Country ATV Rodeo. The husband and I volunteered to help out Friday, which meant the little guy spent seven and a half hours with his parents. Dad did parking and I started out in the T-shirt tent and then went to admissions, and the kiddo went back and forth between us, being a real trooper about not having a whole lot of fun.
So Saturday was fun day. He did the radar run.
I think, once his turn came, he got a little nervous because he only clocked in at 22mph. Hypothetically, if the speed limit wasn’t 25 on the rail bed, he hypothetically would have been holding a steady 27 the night before. Hypothetically.
We watched some mud runs.
Neither my husband nor I really had a lot of interesting in doing the mud runs. It was too hot and, without a pressure washer at hand, dealing with the radiators was going to be a horror show. (Plus, my sneakers have more tread than my current tires do.) But the little guy really wanted to do the kid’s mud pit (since he didn’t get to on Friday because he was being my assistant). We were hanging around, waiting, but in the meantime the side-by-sides and the pick-up trucks were using the kid’s pit as an access road to the field and tearing the crap out of it. Then the big pick-up got stuck and pretty much killed it. We walked over and there was no way his 90cc Outlaw was going to make it through. Then a couple of kids his age/size pulled up on a 660 Grizzly and a 500 Vinson and he decided he’d rather go back to the campground and hang out in the pool.
The husband and I were a little relieved because putting a machine through a mud pit and then going down the holy-crap-dusty rail bed would be like dipping the thing in concrete. So there may have been a cc cap on the kid’s pit (I think it was 300cc for the kid’s radar run class), but we didn’t bother asking because we didn’t want to sit in the sun for another hour and a half waiting. (And I’ll keep my opinion on parents allowing small children to ride adult-sized machines unsupervised to myself.)
So, anyway, the Short Kid didn’t get to do the kid’s mud pit, but he went on his first helicopter ride!
Thrown in Chappy’s french fries and I don’t even know how many bottles of Powerade and the Stacey family had a good time at the Rodeo, as always!
