There is nothing nice about a demolition derby. It’s the place where cars that are slated to die are driven by people who have some sort of aggression to vent. Crashes are judged based on the speed of the vehicles, the ferociousness of the hit, and the angle that the body panels are now formed into. Within seconds of the start, the air is filled with hot exhaust, the acrid smell of hot engines, burning rubber, and transmission fluid as every few seconds or so the din of howling engines is punctuated by another very solid impact. You have to be a pretty dark soul to find a happy place in a demolition derby.
Poor Mr. Rat here wasn’t bothering anybody. He was happy to sleep in the bumper of this sedan but his peace and serenity was shattered when the air horn sounded and all hell broke loose in the pit. He was jostled around and subjected to noises no creature should have to tolerate, but the final straw came when the fire started. Coated in coolant and pissed off, Rat decided that it was high time to get the hell out and move on to a better life. He lept from the perch he had occupied and without a care in the world for anything around him, made his way on to bigger and better things. Fare thee well, Mr. Rat, and we wish you better luck in your hunt for a new home.
Photo: Nicholas Morse
Got a better story for the poor little fella? Got some ideas for his train of thought as he bailed the burning car? We’d love to hear it below!
(Demolition derby photos: Angryman Photography and Design)
“Come to the demo derby and meet a nice female, breed and have thousands of babies….fuck you guys! Hope this coolant is “Rat Safe”
“That realtor said this was quiet neighborhood.”
Sure I enjoy a good rat race as much as any other rat will. But come on man this got a little carried away.I’m the heck out of here. I’ll just hang out at the food stand
Man ! Clinton can’t even win a demolition derby.
names rod. I was pitched from that big block chevy
Hey Big Daddy Ed Roth, da fink is coming home.
Light one rancid stinking week old taco fart and BAM! – no more cars to disturb me when I’m servicing the missus…..
Build a race car, they said… It’ll be fun, they said….