I attended the National Hot Rod Association powerade nationals this weekend. Its not the first time I've been to the drag races, but, it is the first time I didn't really enjoy being there. I came to the conclusion that hanging out with 20,000 drunk redneck/white trash/ mutants, (I think thats what you get when you cross a redneck and white trash.) is not really my bag anymore. Hanging out with a few drunk rednecks at family reunions is great but 20,000 is a little overkill. Maybe I'm losing some of my redneck traits as I get older. I still love cars, and, cars going fast, but sometimes the sacrifice one has to make to see the two is too much. I kind of feel like I'm abandoning my people( rednecks), but I guess some times in order to grow you have t leave the tribe. I'm sure I'll be back occasionally, but, I think I'm going to take a break from the Redneck superconventions for a while. I'll stick to the smaller venues like hunting birds in Ephraim. That's
not redneckish, is it? Once a redneck always a redneck. GIT R DONE, I guess.
Big Bergy
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