Showing posts with label kinetic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kinetic. Show all posts

Saturday, June 5, 2010

They're the First to Come and The Last To Leave

Bleary-eyed at dawn we, the first team of volunteers for Kinetics, were out and about the Arcata Plaza at 5:30 setting up barricades, collecting cones and preparing the town square for the insurgence of the fabulous machines that make up the Kinetic Grand Championship. I have attended most sections of the three-day race over the years but my husband's shop schedule leaves me to my own devises, wandering the Plaza alone on Kinetic Saturday mornings. This year, I threw out the possibility of using my time wisely and volunteering. I thought I'd pitch in for a few hours and ended up doing far more....there were sites beyond the Plaza that had to be prepared. Although the sculptures are what most people see, the volunteers....the Site Coordinators and Ground Pounders make it happen.

Honestly, it was an honor to wear the official uniform of the Kinetic Accomplice - the glory extends widely to the Ground Pounders for they are the 'doozers". We pitched in where we're needed...we answered questions of Glorious Spectators like "where should we go to see the machines after this?" and "Where can we watch tomorrow?" My favorite was an elderly lady who asked if something was going on...."why, yes, yes there IS a race going on". "A bicycle race?"....Not exactly but CLOSE, ma'am." I wonder where she thought she was.

The Ground Pounders are the roadies....we did the set up and tear-down. The "first to come and the last to leave"..... It is the Ground Pounders that ask, with a smile, that Spectators pull "feet off the street" in preparation for the LeMans start of the race, and are sometimes met with scowls....yet we soldiered on, collecting our bribes from sculptures for a job well done. I cherish my bracelet from the registration Goddess Jen-0 as well as my boobie button from the Classical Nudes and others that accumulated on my shirt over the morning.

The fun of this event is like an inside joke that not everyone 'gets'. The costumes of the teams AND the volunteers raise the eyebrows of the uninvolved. So many people, mostly long-time residents I suspect, roll their eyes at the thought of the race, a clear violation of Rules 1 and 10. ** Facebook and Twitter comments mentioned "those people" more than once.....some people just don't get it but I'm glad I do. I'm grateful for Monica, Rutabaga Queen 2004 and Queen President 3 for this year, for getting us further involved in the race. Gloria has been 'entourage' since Monica ran for Queen so has been a Ground Pounder by default since she was pre-teen.

Sitting on the rocks watching the water entry on Day Two, I sat with two couples visiting from Sea Ranch who were having SO much fun. They got "it" .... Francis asking "honey, did you get a picture of that?" every few minutes as the sculptures peddled past, giggling like a teen at the numbness we were developing in our butts from sitting awkwardly on the cold rocks. It's fun to see that joy and enthusiasm. It's fun to HAVE that joy and enthusiasm..to see adults not ashamed to be silly. As was Hobart's intent, the race is intended for adults to have so much fun that kids want to grow up to be adults.

I hope that, when you attend special events anywhere, always be aware that someone, probably a BUNCH of someones, worked real hard so you could enjoy yourself. I just hope they have as much fun doing it as the Ground Pounders do.

** RULE #1: It is mandatory that all Sculpture Pilots, Pit Crew, Officials, Spectators, Law Enforcers, Communicators, Volunteers, Merchants, and even innocent bystanders put great effort into having great fun for it is such Craziness as this that keeps us all Sane! If you insist on being a grumpy racer and not having fun, you may declare "diplomatic immunity" (since you are surely from another planet) and not be cited by overly excited officials for that infraction, but we reserve the right to adjudicate any such declaration.(NOTE: Rule #1 repeats as Rule #10...it's THAT important).

Monday, May 26, 2008

I'M A SOUL MAN....

We joined the throngs on the Plaza cheering the start of this year's Kinetic Grand Championship, including Queen Monica Blues on board the Counterfeit Bluesmobile. After lunch, I decided to take the dog to Deadman's Drop.....what in the WORLD was I thinking. I just feel bad leaving him home if I head to the sand. He did OK but had to stay on the leash due to the dozens of dogs running loose. Just for the record, I question the manhood of any man who feels the need to run an "unaltered" pit bull loose on the beach. I suspect the dog has more cojones than the owner....just sayin'.

Anyway, see what I found on the beach. Very surreal. The crew of the Counterfeit Bluesmobile was having ENTIRELY too much fun. Vince (the dog) however, was not...I cannot even begin to explain the frantic look in his eyes when he beheld the vision that was the enormous pink and orange Hippyotomus. Then it honked. Oh Lord.... my arms still ache from holding on to that leash. Anyway, Vince survived the trauma and I had to share this photos since few people get out to see this part of the course.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

KINETIC PRIDE

It is with much pride that I tell you that....my daughter wrestled in oil last night. To be honest, my first reaction when I heard that the Queenly convention had this brainstorm was not excitement. This is an extreme version of missing the PTA meeting and being elected President by a unanimous vote. When Monica was not at a meeting, a decision was made on behalf of all queens, present or not. I cringed. I winced. Hell, SHE cringed! But ya know what? She DID it. She did it for Kinetics. She did it for the Glory.

I would like to tell you that I have somehow inspired her to be as outgoing as she is. In actuality, perhaps I did ... by being just the opposite. Don't get me wrong, I can be as weird as the next person when I feel like it but I didn't have much in the way of guts when I was younger. I smoked (pitooey) because it fit me in with the cool kids...cool kids with awful breath but, hey, they SEEMED cool. Left to my own devices, I was tragically uncool so I struggled to find my spot. I was a poster-child for peer pressure; if the cool kids approved, I would be cool by extension. I've (finally) grown up and no longer give a crap whether someone else approves of me -- what I drive or how I decorate or dress. Sure it's nice to be complimented but, if they don't like what I've done, I can live with it. Monica REVELS in it. She offends no one with her behavior yet she is her own girl. No one is quite like her but I suspect they would like to be. I am very proud to be the Rutabaga Queen Mother.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

ALL HAIL AND FAREWELL TO THE GLORIOUS FOUNDER

As Queen Mother (and Father) of the 2004 Rutabaga Queen, Mark & I join the Kinetic universe in mourning the passing of Glorious Founder, Hobart Brown. I found a quote attributed to him that can't help but make you smile -- it's all relative: "Money doesn't always bring happiness. People with ten million dollars are no happier than people with nine million dollars". Hobart Brown.

For the happiness and utter silliness brought to the world ...Go with Glory, Hobart.