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With free tickets from work, and free parking AT work, it was difficult to say no to Monster Jam. My expectation was for Lila to cry out in pain when the first loud truck made it's way around the track, ending the visit immediately. I was instead surprised to find she tolerated the ear protection and clapped every time a truck went airborne. The redneck contingent was in full force, getting as worked up over trucks as they do over wrestlers, but they were a surprising minority with most attendees there with kids for the obvious joy of big trucks. After asking Lila if she was "all done" several times and getting a strong no, she finally stopped answering and I decided an hour of Monster Jam was enough. We ended with the obligatory cop shot and so far her ears still work.