Shock and pain hit Rusty’s body just as fast as his brain could process it. Bone-jarring hits were nothing new to the demolition derby veteran, but direct hits to his driver’s door were out of the norm, not to mention illegal. He looked to his left and saw the all-too-familiar black and green paint scheme of his rival, Parker. He could clearly make out the stupid looking black, three-quarter helmet that Parker wore because he said it made him look like “The Intimidator.” “Sure, and my butt hair looks like Richard Petty’s mustache,” was Rusty’s response.
For six years, this rivalry had taken shape and become overly bitter. Bitter, mainly because Parker could never quite figure out how to beat Rusty. It started out innocent enough at the LeGrande County Fair. Continue reading