Four beat-up cars, silhouetted by smoke and steam, crash into each other in a narrow line across the center of the frame.

I recently went to my first demolition derby, Woodbooger Demolition Derby. It was at an agricultural fair in Bolton, Mass. To get to the fairground, you parked a 10-minute drive away and took a school bus to the site.

A view of a dusty dirt road from the front seat of a school bus

I found it shocking, obscene, and fun. The first collision scared me, but by the end I found the less violent impacts almost routine.

A red sedan crashing into a car that looks like a police car, kicking mud up in the air. Out-of-focus bits of an audience (head, phone) are in the foreground.

I fit into the crowd better than I expected. There were a lot of other people with canes, earrings, and tattoos, though theirs tended more toward rosary-with-death-date and sleeve-of-skulls-and-Boston-sports-team-logos than mine.

Highlights included:

Several broken axels.

A yellow outdoor forklift carries the husk of a red sedan off the derby field, holding the sedan outstretched like a piece of dirty laundry.

A car with ‘CRASH INTO ME” spray painted on the side.

Multiple cars collide with each other. One car is lifting off the ground with the force of the impact.

A woman playing peekaboo with her baby while cars hit each other in the background.

A referee in an orange shirt gives a demolition derby driver a trophy. Two destroyed cars are on either side of them.

A car ploughing into the perimeter of Jersey barriers and coming like 10 feet from hitting the audience.

Explaining what a cervical collar is to a drunk person.

A dramatic backlit photo of a huge plume of steam billowing from a broken car at night.

An engine fire that made the driver leap out in a hurry so firefighters could douse the front of the car with fire extinguishers.

Making change for a group of bettors who turned out to also have come from Worcester.

I spent an hour and a half waiting in line for the bus to leave. Even with my cane, it was painful. I do not regret drastically overpaying for a big cup of lemonade. Catch me googling ‘monster trucks near me’ soon.

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