At our local grocery store, they began to advertise for the local yearly races.
We headed out for a family day up the mtn.
past the Cay fields.
And the corn farms.
Up past the river.
And we finally arrived after a long hike up a hill. about 2 km.
The formula az box car.
the racers
The starting line
And there were nifty helicopter type cameras flying around everywhere.
our position for the 1st race.
And the view off the cliff opposite us.
They crack a whip to start the race.
And get the heck out of dodge.
with dress type shoes and wool socks, helmets and a little stick to steer they head down the mountain.
And they crash too....
I was amazed at this motorcycle with a real van seat tied on with a rope for the side car.
whatever works I guess.
at 153 m in.
And my girl, was so patient all day.
then they truck the racers back up the mtn for more races. There are about 10 rounds of 5 racers each.
one of the only blonde, blue eyed turks I have really seen here. They are LAZ people.
cay bag barriers.
The boys getting acquainted with a car.
And some cool biker friends we met.
