The spirit of Florida's panhandle lies not in it's white sand beaches or its famous Emerald Coast. The military presence dotting the coastline has little influence on the underlying culture of the region. This Panhandle possesses a timelessness that no outside pressure dilutes. Oh no. It is, dare I say, an ever-fixed mark that looks on hurricanes and is never shaken.To understand the true essence of this area of the country, travel down Avalon Highway in Milton to a major cultural center and prepare to have all your wildest stereotypes confirmed. The Hus and I, along with some good friends, recently experienced this most redneck of entertainments. At the Southern Raceway.
While paying for tickets, our friends stood behind a pregnant girl smoking a cigarette.
Paul showcases the boiled peanuts. They look like something else.
The Hus and I enjoy betting money on things. Since it is only between the two of us, we're really not gambling, seeing as the money belongs to both of us anyway. That being said, we placed bets on the cars for several of the races. Jon currently owes me $14,001.
Guess where we sat...Rule: whenever a wreck occurs, so does mass cheering. I really think it's a rule.
During one of the races the Hus' car (remember the betting) was harassing my car, driving into his bumper, etc, eventually causing an accident between the two. So the driver from MY car got out, ran over to the HUS' car, grabbed the top of the door and swung his foot in to kick said driver in the face. He then proceeded to punch him until the officials (on four-wheelers, of course) pulled him out. I cannot describe the cheering in the stands. It was world-series-esque. The punched-out driver was allowed to finish the race, but mine was not. Mine got kicked out.
But as the Hus said at the time, "Better to get revenge than a measly two hundred dollars."
5 comments:
Just say no to flying dirt clods.... And, hey, glad to see you're wearin' yer t-shirts and ballcaps while watchin' them ol' races.
Luv,
Bubba Dad
P.S. That posting is HILARIOUS!
you're hilarious. thanks for the shakespeare bit; it made me laugh.
If you want to hear about some redneck stuff that goes on right here in virginia, I have two words for you: donkey basketball.
I did the same thing to David when we raced go-karts at my 10th birthday party. He never wrecked me again.
-Michael
"They look like something else..." HA!
Here is something funny for you, that is also Southern and should be noted. On my way to school this morning, the local radio announcer declared that all Lower Alabamans (such as himself) should immediately purchase and use a slip and slide. With the temperatures creeping into the high 90's, he felt that a slip and slide was essential for all. What struck me was the fact that he did not recommend people to purchase an actual slip & slide...he advised everyone to go to their local Wal-Mart, purchase a plastic sheet, some bricks, and some liquid dish soap, and fashion their own. I'm thinking this may not be the most efficient way to go about cooling oneself off, what with the bricks and all, unless you want to "slip and bleed" on your homemade slip and slide and spend your summer in the local emergency room.
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