Friday afternoon, Joe and I drove to Eureka to spend Memorial weekend. The drive was a little bit scary due to the weather. I drove half way and Joe drove half way too. We got there around 11:30 P.m. I was exhausted and hungry. Luckily, there was a McDonald opened until midnight. The next day at Arcada, there was Kinetic Sculpture Race. Kinetic Sculpture Racing is the human powered engineering and art all wrapped up in the most imaginative racing machines you've ever laid eyes on! It's thousands of fans lining the highways, climbing sand dunes and cheering along shorelines for a 93-foot King fish, a three wheeled an evening slipper or a yellow submarine. It's a festival of entertainers, bands and booths filled with souvenirs and race memorabilia. It's a giddy experience guaranteed to make your face ache from smiling so hard.
The race is long and grueling, subjecting the racers and their machines to extreme stresses; some planned, others not. But not to worry, the racers are in top shape (well, a few are.) As for the machines, design is everything. Most make the best of recycled parts from bicycles and the odd riding mower, but many sculptures have more than 100 speeds, and are built with top-of-the-line bicycle components. Still others have made creative use of old auto and motorcycle parts, even whole cars! No matter what they choose to use, they all have one thing in common; they are all custom built, one-of-a-kind creations. This relationship between racer and machine makes it easy to understand the pride they feel when (or if!) they cross the finish line. But finishing isn't everything. Racers and sculptures are judged on a set of criteria encompassing engineering, art, speed and their ability to "Ace" the course.
That night, Joe’s friend Stevie who lives up here treated us to a nice Oriental Chinese Buffet Restaurant. The food was great and I ate a lot. After dinner we went to see a movie. We saw "The Davinci Code" The movie was ok. I didn’t enjoy that much I would probably enjoy watching X-Men. Then, we came back to the Hotel.
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