Last summer, we took Philip to a truck pull at a nearby village festival. It was an unsanctioned event. That may not mean much to you, and it didn’t mean anything to me at the time when we decided to go. In simplest terms, an unsanctioned pull is like a pick-up game in a park while a sanctioned event is like a major league game. Philip was bored. Hell, so were we.
After that experience, Peter starting go to the (sanctioned only) pulls by himself. Since we were trying to keep Philip on a sleep schedule, it didn’t make sense to drive seventy miles or more to an event that doesn’t end until after 10 pm and that Philip might not enjoy.
Last year, Peter and I made date nights of a couple of the Ohio State Tractor Pullers Association events. One of those pulls took place at the Crawford County Fair. It wasn’t too far of a drive, the fairgrounds were easy to find, the cost was reasonable, and the grandstands were decent. It was a great evening. That’s why we decided to go again last month and take Philip with us. I figured that, worse come to worse, Philip and I would explore the rest of the fair while Peter watched the pull.
And a good time was had by all! Philip was much more interested in watching the tractors. He especially liked the smoke. He happily wore his earmuffs during the first class, and then he was done with those. Unfortunately, the second class was the loudest. He parked himself on my lap and clung to me each time a super modified four-wheel truck took off. Once I peeled Philip off my lap, Peter and I took turns covering Philip’s ears. When they were adjusting the weight on the sled for the super stock tractors, Philip and I walked around the fair. It was a perfect little break that allowed us to watch the final two classes without incident.
I had hoped to have photos from a second pull held last weekend in Knox County, but the threat of severe weather scared us off. Mind you, we drove all the way to Mount Vernon, paid admission, walked around in the rain for thirty minutes and then left only to have the sun come out on our way home.
Maybe next year.