Arenacross

My horizons were broadened last night. I was invited to an Arenacross Event at our local Resch Center.

What fun! In my seventy years, I had never seen anything like this in person. Even though I have a son who did some motorcycle racing, this was like flying through the air on a motorcycle. There was speed and noise and exhaust fumes hanging in the air. There were crashes. One cycle after the other formed an arc, as they flew through the air.

A heat for the seven to eleven year olds was heart warming. I loved the little girl on the pink cycle with a matching helmut.

Each day is an adventure. It is always nice to do something new.