It's sad that it took me this long to catch you all up on this, but I did indeed attend a lawn mower race the same weekend of the Burlington trip. Actually, I should just describe the whole day. To begin with, Bianca, Yami, Rachel and I walked to the Methodist Church in town. We were a couple of minutes late, unfortunately, but little did we know--that made NO difference at all. The announcement segment of their service lasted quite literally 35 minutes. I wish I could say I was exaggerating. But I'm not. Not at all. Wow. The choir of 8, also, was entertaining in the wrong way. I had to force the reverence at some points. Which is never a great place to be. But if you had only seen, and heard what I experienced that morning. Wow. I don't think I'll ever forget. But enough of that! On to the lawn mower races!
We circled around the town of Lisbon, New York a few times before stumbling upon it: a large field. Only one thing was different--there was quite a crowd of trucks, Oldsmobiles, and other vehicles pulled into the grass. So we followed the dirt and gravel road to the entrance. And then realized we needed cash to get in. Eeek! I had no idea we would have to pay for this event. So funny. It was, in a way, worth it, however.
We found a spot on one of the two bleacher segments that had been pulled alongside a track driven on the grass that was roped off with classic yellow caution tape. Our attention was immediately drawn to the wood sawing competition going on. These fierce competitors would fire up their chainsaws, set it on the ground, still on, and then kneel, hand on wood and head on hand. The count off was given and they would spring up with amazing vigor. GZZZZZZRRRR GZZZRRRRR GZZZZRRRR...three large chunks of wood go plummeting to the ground. And only one man can be victorious. And that wasn't even the main event. Get excited.
The lawn mower races were hilarious. Each racer had a team there with them, and their commentaries were priceless. It was like watching NASCAR, I would suppose, except for, wait. These are lawn mowers. The title is just one example of some of the things we heard from behind us. Some of the slogans on team shirts shouldn't be repeated. I was definitely plunged into "North Country" culture, yet again. In all, though, it was worth the five dollars just to have such an experience. I only wish that I could describe it more robustly.
Bianca and I at the races...
Ladies and Gentlemen, here they come!
Above is the best picture I got of the wood-chopping...you can see the saws and the wood blocks awaiting their demise!
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