car wash at the Southern States

"You might be a redneck if..."

It was a redneck sort of day.

Up early, Alex and I picked up propane and horse feed at Southern States.
The cheerleaders were washing cars and they did a lousy job on the Subaru even though I gave them seven bucks (paybacks are hell/see photo above).

Next, a Lowes run for hardware and supplies.
Home, to fuel and jump start the tractor so Dr P could "brush hog" the pasture.
Later, it was Yuengling Black and Tan by the pool before heading to the Warren County Fair.

Tonight's headliners: the truck and tractor pull, the greased pig competition, and the "dock dogs" finals.
The dock dogs were great. A variety of dogs jump off a dock into a pool of water to fetch a toy (there is an "extreme vertical" competition as well as jumping for distance).
The truck and tractor pull was pure redneck fare.
I am almost beyond words for blip to describe it (I took over a hundred photos and had real trouble picking a blip image).

Famous true quote overheard as a parent disciplined her child: "If you don't stop cussin' like that I'm gonna beat your ass".

Open toed shoes were a mistake.
I doubt you've ever seen the quantity of tobacco spit that I stepped in throughout the evening.

I can't even begin to describe the cacaphony of noise: roaring tractors powered by supercharged alcohol fueled motors, barking dogs, goats, chickens, the squawk of announcers over the PA system, the screaching joy of children on carnival rides...
And the smells... how to describe the smells: a mix of pig feces, tobacco smoke, unburned hydrocarbons, human sweat, ...and funnel cakes.

Alex and I rode on the Tilt a' Whirl at the carnival after eating caramel apples on a stick. I was overwhelmed by sights, sounds, sensations, and a feeling of exuberant joy.

However:
" You might be a redneck if " you've ever overcome the urge to vomit while riding the Tilt a' Whirl.