Tuesday, June 15, 2010


There are so many things to love about St. Louis that once you start noticing them religiously it gets time consuming.

I love that St. Louis doesn't want to be any other city. St. Louis moves at its own pace. We've got inertia from all of the bricks. And we're doing just fine thank you. We don't need the beaches or the mountains or the high rent. Everything here is dirt cheap and the people are fun. That's almost everything.

And there is history. And weather. And a beautiful city. Big trees. And on top of all that, the cherry on top, is that St. Louis County is full of cool shit too.

Ever hear of Castlewood State Park? Ever been swimming there at dawn? Have you ever been inside the Carl Donnelson Motorcycle Museum? Did you know that Bigfoot lives in North County? He's got a sick van in his driveway.

Yes, St. Louis is the home of the Original Monster Truck. This can not be oversold. Put Bigfoot in your St. Louis hall of fame. He's already in the Missouri Sports Hall of Fame.* Without Bigfoot the mural on the side of Grave Digger would never have been painted. We never would have walked in through the fire exit of the TWA Dome on a cold winter night and drank whiskey in the upper deck while Maximum Destruction tore itself to shreds for our amusement. There would be no Monster Jam. The world would be worse.

Thankfully Bigfoot is real. Real and a sterling representative of the St. Louis spirit. Backyard ambition.

It's no wonder this thing got printed on pillow cases and bedsheets for suburban bunk beds. Any kid with half a brain would give up candy for a month to sleep atop this beauty. Imagine their dreams. Now look at those wheels. They came off of an Arctic Train used by the US military in the 1950's. Cold War tires. How is that for provenance?

Bigfoot was the first truck to drive over a car. Bigfoot jumped over a jumbo jet. Bigfoot is the older bother to the world's sickest Ford Aerostar Van, the one with tank tracks. His semi truck has a killer paint job. Bigfoot has a machine that puts his likeness on a souvenir penny.

The American Dream. In St. Louis you don't have to wake up from it.

* So is my Grandpa.


Ben said...

My dad and I used to go to monster truck shows at The Arena when I was a little boy. The two of us will still stop and watch Monster Jam whenever channel surfing brings us to televised car-crushing chaos.

Lucky said...

Long live the Todorovich sports dynasty! Basketball, speed skating, and jumping over shit!

Toph A. Loaf said...

Of my first memories of living in saint louis these are the top three seriously.
1.Seeing Brett Hull score 500th goal and watching my dad go apeshit.
2.RC monster trucks.
3.more monster trucks and me going ape shit.

DoeHands said...

I want to put a hot tub in those hubs, and fashion an out-of-ground pool out of its rims!

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Anonymous said...

I wouldn't swimm at Castlewood State Park, the E. Coli is 2400X the allowable limit in the creek...

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