What It Is

Jeff Foxworthy defines "redneck" as "a complete lack of sophistication. Maybe not all the time, but I guarantee that at some time in your life, you have been a redneck."

Some of us more than others.

Being a redneck does not always mean doing dumbass stunts, and doing dumbass stunts does not make you a redneck, but hey, it's pretty unsophisticated when you use upended two-by-fours as jackstands for your truck and don't stop to worry about the possible consequences. Being a redneck doesn't mean you're poor, nor do you need to be trailer trash. But if you grew up in a single-wide practicing your baseball pitches with rocks on your dad's empties, you might be a redneck.

Not every redneck drinks. But a lot of us do. Not because we're alcoholics, but because it's social. We're not all stupid, nor are we all Southern. We do, however, do what it takes to get it done (whatever that is) and don't give a rat's ass about what you think of how we did it.

This is for those of you who need new ideas on how to solve your problems the redneck way.

This is for those of you who are wondering if you might be a redneck.

This is to share your daily redneck moments, no matter who you are. I know high-class, college-educated people who have a redneck moment almost every few weeks and aren't scared to admit it. I also know a four-year-old who wolfs down Thanksgiving dinner so he can go "Blow shit up" out back with his daddy.

Redneck Woman

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Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Motorcycle Musings

If every time you read the letters "HD" your mind reads "Harley-Davidson" even if you're reading about a TV, you might love motorcycles.

If you know more about two-wheeled history than any other sort, you might love vintage motorcycles.

If you can sing along to "Vincent Black Lightning," you might love vintage motorcycles.

If you have a motor oil stain on your carpet, you might need a garage for your bike, you gearhead, you.

If the phrase "Move the Scout, I'm trying to watch TV" has ever been uttered by someone you know, you might have motorcycles in your blood.

If that phrase is generally followed by "But it's too cold to ride it!" you might be a Coloradan.

If you can tell a story involving the words "and then we got to Sturgis," you might be a biker.

If you have more Sturgis t-shirts than you have socks, you might be a biker.

If armor is a consideration when buying a leather jacket, you might be into motorcycles.

And, most of all, if your solution to having too many bikes and not enough money is to build one more and a shed to keep it in, odds are you love motorcycles.
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