So I was on my way home and heard a radio commercial for the MONSTER JAM (even at my age I was excited just listening) I figured this would be a great boys night out so I called Jen and ask her to order the tickets. I never let Andon know what we were doing, just that it was gonna be BIG. We arrived two hours early (parked right across the street, was great) so in we went to hang out with the trucks and drivers, VIP style (lol). As Andon turns the corner and realizes what we are doing it was like watching lightning shoot through him. He went from curiously anxious to uncontainable excitement in about 1 second.
When you get there early you can get to the pit where ALL the trucks are. I figure (like anyone would) this is a great photo opportunity. I whip out the camera and start shooting only to be shut down in about 5 minutes by "Pit Crew Officials" all I hear is "You cant's be shootin dem pictures with dat professional camera, you could be press or sometin" to which I smile and look over at Andon thinking "yeah, and here's my assistant, the 5 year old with the big grin and a toy monster truck in his hands". I laugh and put the camera away and take Andon to see the rest of the trucks (I walked about 10 feet and started taking pictures from my hip) As we were walking Andon looks over at me and says "ok, I wanna drive that one (pointing at the green one, his favorite color) to which I respond "sorry buddy, only the pro's get to do that". Just then a driver passes us and insists he is taking Andon around the track, suites him up, straps him in and whips around the place jumping cars twice... ok, not really! actually we just left after looking at the trucks and grabbed our seats but that's what ran through dad's head.
The show was AWESOME, we had seats two or three rows from the bottom of the stadium. After each jump Andon would look at me and scream "that's AWESOME DAD!" At one point a truck jumped, landed a bit wrong and hit the gas. The truck took the corner a bit fast and started spinning out of control. Headed for the stands flipping uncontrollably at about 70 MPH when it hit the safety wall and exploded into flames sending the crowd running for their lives. I grab Andon under my arm (football style) and frantically charge on top of people to save our lives... ok, again, a little exaggeration. The truck did flip right in front of us but no harm, just major wide eyes from Andon (sounded cool though)
All in all both Andon and I had a great time. I love seeing the world through his eyes. To Andon this one night was worth months or years of inventory that his imagination would call upon at any moment. To Andon he was a driver, owned the trucks and made all the jumps himself. For me, I was Andons best friend out at the monster Jam being a driver, owning a truck and making all the jumps not alone, but with my son!