Fanatic + mom + large vehicle = ?

I met my first soccer mom last night.

I was invited to the Albuquerque Bandidos game up in Rio Rancho. When I arrived, a bunch of kids were playing a scrimmage game on the field. I walked up to the edge of the arena, and there were a bunch of ladies sporting MarriedHair(TM) and jeans with elastic waistbands. They were also holding cameras, yelling their respective kid's name, and barking a bunch of soccer technospeak. And that's when I realized who these people were. I wanted to ask if I could go for a ride in their minivan.

To me, soccer moms fall under the same category as NASCAR fans, SCA members, and the giant squid: I read about these things in the newspaper, but I never expect to actually see them in public.