It has been a traditon in my family to attend a demolition derby each 24th of July in the city where my grandma used to live. For years we would all go up to grandma's house and participate in all of the town festivities for the 24th of July. Grandma graciously let us all spread out throughout her house in beds, sleeping bags and blankets. It was a highlight of the year. A great family get-together with the ultimate hostess. My grandma passed away several years ago, but the tradition of attending the demolition derby remains. And so it was on Monday night that Chance was at the derby listening to the roaring of the engines, the screeching of the tires and the general racket that accompanies a demoliton derby. Chance's dad thought maybe the noise was too much for Chance and asked if it was too loud. Chance just put on a cheesy smile and said "It's loud! I like it!" So the tradition lives on. Chance makes the 7th generation of my family line to enjoy the mountain views and walk the streets of the little town.
Unfortunaly, the car that Chance wanted to win got locked onto another car in its first heat, but it was a successful outing all the same.
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