Inner Redneck? I know everyone has some deep down, it might be buried but it’s there. I conjured up mine this weekend with a Monster Truck show. And since I live in Mississippi I didn’t have to dig too far.
I will admit at one point in time I did enjoy these lovely shows of thrill seeking, fume smelling and grunt making. It has been close to 10 years since I’ve attended a Monster Truck show but in honor of my 5 year old son we went.
The high light of the Monster Truck part was the El Camino truck, which I might add had a women driver. Of course at that point my husband had to bust out the parody that one of our local radio stations made out of ‘Womanizer’ called ‘Woman Driver’. It’s great I assure you. Ah calling all rednecks!
There was a climax to this show though, motorcycle and four wheeler motor cross jumping. (Hope I said that right) This was where the real excitement was and I mean that truthfully. If it wasn’t for them I would have to say that the whole show was a bust. But to my amazement they were wonderful, all the tricks and flips they did. At which point my son turned to me and said mommy I want to do that. Wonderful every mother dreams of her son wanting to do a job that requires blood and broken bones. I will admit I would let him do it, if he really wanted to purse it, but don’t think I won’t have a few heart attacks myself in the process.
So how do you conjure up your Inner Redneck?
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