Blood, Sweat and Gears
The carnage of an old-fashioned Demolition Derby continues to wow crowds
By Larry Woody
They roar and screech, hiss and squeal, and — spewing steam and belching smoke — onward they charge. Like jousting knights (Sir Crash-a-lot) they spur their metallic mounts head-on into their foes with a mighty crash and clatter. “There’s never been an adrenaline rush like it,” declares Carl Porter, 24, who was the last man standing in a 20-car pack of Demolition Derby crazies following a typical Saturday night crash-fest at Nashville’s Fairgrounds Speedway.Ac…



