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Death at monster truck rally

2009-01-26 - 12:00 a.m.

Emily and I went to a monster truck rally this Saturday night. Ever since I was six years old, I saw countless advertisements punctuating Gilligan's Island, or M*A*S*H, or Savannah (which to this day I've never seen). "SUNDAY! Sunday! SUNNNNDAY! Miller Lite presents the 1988 monster truck rally of the YEAR! See hundreds of cars, trucks, and vans! And meet TRUCKOSAURUS, 170 feet of CAR CRUNCHING STEEL! SUNDAY!"

Most of the show was loud. Most of the show was awesome.

Toward the end, there were pair races between the different monster trucks. Samson was coming in from being defeated. The announcer appeared from a side entrance, looking toward the parking spot Samson was going to park in.

He kept looking that way as he briskly strolled in front of the monster truck. He was just like that when the front tire hit him. He fell flat on his back as it rolled over his head and body. The back tire did likewise.

10,000 pounds. It looked just like a car running over a squirrel. The life was literally knocked out of him. He still had a pulse when the shock wore off and the parademics there got to him, but he was clearly in a coma. I figured he had brainstem damage.

He died earlier today.

The scene is perfectly preserved in my head. Not in a post-traumatic stress way, but as sort of a testament to the fragility of life. How carelessless can tragically take you out like [i]that[/i].

Funny thing: psyched as I was about monster trucks crushing old Ford Taurus's, I was hoping something would go tragically wrong. True, it'd be something along the lines of a truck flipping over, or mini-trucks crashing into each other.

Paid 15 bucks for a ticket and 1 for earplugs to basically see a guy die right in front of me.

But it was a useful experience.

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