I grew up spending a lot of time at bluegrass festivals and I remember being like 8 years old at some fairground in Indiana and throwing a baseball around with this kid who eventually invited me back to his RV to watch a monster truck rally on this tiny TV with rabbit ears. It was so so sick but for whatever reason I never really realized that I could just go to one in real life until recently when I saw an ad for Monster Jam at Barclays Center. Went with Al and it was high-key the sickest thing I’ve ever seen in an arena. Grave Digger flipped over and caught on fire and we ate snow cones. Two of the drivers were a father and son, the son won the whole night. I followed all 8 drivers on instagram the second I got home. Security confiscated a lighter I’d managed to not lose for like 6 months which was a drag but 100% worth it. I wish I’d bought more merch.