If you’ve ever seen InnerSPACE, you know that I’m about as far away from your run-of-the-mill ‘car (or truck) guy’ as a dude can possibly get. Or am I?
 
BECAUSE I LOVE MONSTER TRUCKS! (Feels good to type out loud.) 
 
Like most boys who came of age in the’80s, I was a de facto fan of wrestling (remember WWF’s Saturday Night’s Main Event?) and, of course, Monster Trucks. I didn’t LOVE monster truckin’, but I have fond memories of watching it on our family tube with my older brother (he who got me into everything rad–btw, bro’s now a super badass combat soldier because he got all of the man genes). 
 
I hadn’t really thought about monster trucks for a few decades, until our make-up artist here at SPACE mentioned that she was getting tickets to take her three-year-old to last weekend’s Monster Truck Jam. Given I’m emotionally three year old, I snapped up a few tix immediately (the power of Grave Digger compelled me).
 
It’s all so big and ridiculous and American and awesome and F**K YEAH! I’d never seen the whole fandango live. It was excellent fun. The aforementioned Grave Digger is still a strong presence on the monster truck circuit, and actually won the freestyle portion of the event (freestyle is way cooler and more destructive than the race portion). I guess the driver is maybe the son or grandson of the original Grave Digger driver? Not sure, but the announcer said GD’s been on the circuit for 31 years. You go, man!
 
As a patriot I should also mention there was a Canadian Truck called Northern Nightmare. I’m just glad it wasn’t called Northern Lights or Northern Reflection or The Tragically Hip. Unfortunately, our proud Canadian truck started to fall apart, then flipped over after about 30 seconds. But our national truck brethren fought the good fight. And thanks to universal health-care, he can get his fender and wheels fixed on the public dime.
 
Here’s a few pics from my fun little Sunday at the Maple Leaf Monster Truck Jam. Apologies for the poor quality–profesh photographer I ain’t.

Teddy out.