
When I was asked if I wanted to take my daughter Ruby to Wheatland, Missouri to see a monster truck show, I jumped at the chance. Ruby is 11 and I thought it might be the last girls’ trip we get to take together before puberty fully kicks in (and she becomes completely indifferent towards me).
After a long-haul flight and a two-hour drive, we finally arrived. It was then that I discovered that not only were we there to watch the monster truck show, but I would actually be driving the car from the upcoming Monster Trucks movie.
That included tackling logs, moguls, ramps and other obstacles. I must say, I was starting to sweat before they revealed that a stunt driver called Newt would be hidden in a compartment where the motor normally is, doing the actual driving. Crisis averted.
Or was it? During my safety briefing, I started to freak out a little more. They told me that if the car rolled, I must NOT stick my hands out. Wait, if the car ROLLS? At this point, I was beginning to question what I had signed myself up for, but I’m not one to turn down an adventure, so into the car I went.
