The HAMB Drag nationals have been a family tradition for nearly the entire length of our marriage. Over the past 10 years, we’ve only missed out on the yearly event once or twice. For our family it’s almost like a holiday and it ranks up there right around Christmas.
If I was to give this years festivities one sentence to summarize them with, it would be “The Year We Almost Melted”.
Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a little bit… but maybe I’m not. Whatever way you choose to look at it, I have never been that hot for that long, ever.
The HAMB Drags are held at MoKan Dragstrip which was built in the 1960’s and I’m fairly certain than no improvements or changes have been made since the day it opened. There are no air-conditioned buildings and shade is next to impossible to come by. But even if you do manage to find relief from the relentless sun, in the summer months, it’s still hot. We managed to tough it out for nearly 5 hours before giving up and heading home.
Were we total wimps? I’ll let you be the judge.
Our morning started like this. Earlier in the week I had the idea that I could use two donuts to make a 10 in celebration of our ten year anniversary. Completely genius? Yes, yes it was. I know a certain little girl who is turning 10 next summer and you can guarantee this will be repeated.
After breakfast and loading up the car, we headed out. The track is about 30 minutes north-west from our house. It’s hidden among the cornfields and a whole lot of nothing along the MO/KS state line.
After a few photos and getting things set up we were off to pit road to see who showed up to race. Please note that this might be the last time you see everyone smiling.
I caught Marissa telling the kids to make faces like they were hot and she was taking their photos :lol:. At this point being hot was still “humorous”. Something you knew everyone was, so you just dealt with it.
We headed back to the track side, had a picnic lunch, and the races finally started up. For the most part the kids played & watched from the shade of our pop-up canopy. With 4 of them there, to distract each other, they stayed pretty content for a while.
I on the other hand was starting to get a bit loopy from the heat. I decided that sitting down made me think all the more about how hot I was, so I took off walking.
Around 2:00 our friend Steve loaded up and left with his kids. We packed up our car and decided to watch round 2 finish up. We probably should have left too. Typically we stay until right around dinner time, almost watching the entire thing. But this wasn’t a typical year.
I can’t even imagine how hot those drivers must have been in their fire suits.
We finally made it back to the car just before 3 and I took one last look at the temperature. The “real feel” had been over 100 degrees for hours at this point, but just how much?
Feels like 109, say what?! 109 with 60% humidity at that. No wonder we felt like we were dying 🙄 .
We snapped one last very sweaty and shiny photo before climbing into our non air-conditioned car and making the 30 minute drive back to the house. Walking inside our house has never felt so good. We all took showers and didn’t leave the comfort of our home for close to 24 hours.
The year that we almost melted won’t be forgotten anytime soon.
So what do you think?
Were we total wimps or did we tough it out longer than you would’ve?
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