Gettin’ Down and Dirty {Repost} #TBT

I have loved going back in my archives to share posts for Throwback Thursday.  This post below was written in June 2012 – after my fourth-ever dirt race.  Heck, I’ve become a dirt diva since then!  We head out to Eldora every chance we can and head down to Charlotte each fall for the World of Outlaw Finals.  Because all dirt roads lead to Charlotte… Looking back and reading this, I still feel the same.  I love the dirt cloud hanging in the air.  I love the feel of the grit and rocks as it slams me in the face.  I love the craziness.  Nana always asks how I can sit and get pelted with dirt as it falls from the sky… but, that isn’t any dirt.  That’s home-grown Eldora dirt.  It’s North Carolina red clay.  It’s the greatest show on earth!

Previously posted June 10, 2012…

I was a dirty girl this weekend.  Okay, get your mind out of the gutter.  The husband and I went to the dirt races this weekend.  My newest favorite type of racing.  There’s just something about sitting there dodging the dirt clumps and rocks that I love.  Almost as much fun as watching top fuel dragsters go down the track.

This is only the fourth dirt race I have gone to.  We are drag racers by birth, but I’m new to the dirt scene.  In fact, every time we go I learn just a little bit more about what is going on.  Which, gives the people in our group a lot of chances to make fun of me.

We pawned the twins off on Grandpa and Yia-Yia and headed out for the race.  If you’ve never been to a dirt race, when I tell you the dirt just hangs in a cloud over the track, you won’t believe me.  But it does.  It looks like fog.  Pretty soon, that dirt starts to blow and begins to pelt your face.  It gets down into your clothes, into your shoes… into places it should never be.  If it’s hot out, it’s even worse… the dirt hits and sticks.  It gets into your drink.  It gets into your food.  It gets stuck in your teeth.  But, I love it.

Would I stop drag racing to dirt race?  Not on your life.  Am I ashamed to admit the first race my kids ever went to was a dirt race?  Kinda.  But, it is what it is.

Saturday night, sitting in a corn field, dirt falling from the sky like rain.  I’ve got my shades on.  (Okay, okay they are safety glasses, but that didn’t sound quiet as cool.) This momma is a happy camper.

Remember to dodge ‘em.