Bult Field

My husband and I tend to enjoy a lot of the same things but he’s got one passion that I could care less about: cars. Since we’re married and all, I’ve tried really hard to pay attention and care when he talks about the engine on this car or the work on that car or the car shows he goes to but… I just can’t. So when he told me a few months ago about this big half-​mile race that he really wanted to go to way out here, I rolled my eyes at him and shrugged it off. As the weeks went by, he kept bringing it up and I kept brushing it off (wow, talk about being an unsupportive wife!). After realizing how amazingly supportive he has been of all my life choices these days, I finally agreed to ‘let’ him go AND go with him! We came here. It was cold and I spent most of my time sitting in my car, but I did get to see some sweet cars hit 200mph! And Lamborghinis. Mmm.
Bult Field is in the middle of frickin’ nowhere. It kind of rocks. There are two runways and a giant building that looks like you’re entering a country club, not an airport. They’ve got a big parking lot and tons of hangars. That’s pretty much all I can say about the airport itself. I just thought it was cool they had this event here and that Monee’s police and rescue squads were amazingly supportive of this sort of dangerous event.