Blaaa. First, its a long drive across rocks to park. Not hospitable for nice cars. Then its kinda confusing where to go if youve never been there before before.
I finally found the mud bog bleachers and sat down. It wasn't long before some kid in his early teens showed up and proceeded to run up and down the bleachers the WHOLE night. Very annoying. He must be a regular because many others seem to know him. His older brother, was tossing rocks at him and hit me on one occasion. Yea, i love to have a moron throw rocks at me while trying to hit his retard brother. Those two idiots alone made me not want to come back.
There were no real races. Only a few real good mud bog trucks were even there. One young woman in a Dodge kept getting stuck. I just wanted to yell "give it up and quit spoiling it for real drivers". But alas, she was apparently a regular also.
They should go to Tennessee and see what a real mud bog race is!
Ive been eyeing this place since i moved to the east valley five years ago. After finally going, i should have went to a movie instead. Ill never go back.