Our 3-year-old rode tall in his mother’s arms at the swag stock exchange and ordered decisively: Scooby-Doo. He choked, knew it within days, not exactly preferring daddy’s plush Grave Digger pillow, however. A birthday Zombie proved corrective, and the Randall’s on 38th stocks minis. Because even though his ’rents have taken in Sade, the Gorillaz, and Fleetwood Mac at the Erwin Center, every spring’s Monster Truck Jam now headlines. A youthful production from its charismatic drivers to the local arena crew, the death-defying feats over multiple race heats and configurations – megas and their dune buggy counterparts – deliver every promise those radio ads of your childhood (“Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!”) bellowed. Collect ’em all come April 21-22, 2018.
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