This morning as I was driving my daughter to school we were illegally passed. Crossing the yellow line and speeding passed us was a truck whose tires were as tall as my SUV's windows, complete with flagpole in center of truckbed flying the rebel flag. We knew we were being passed not only by sight but by also by the roaring sound that accompanied the swerving vehicle. My daughter, clearly taken by surprise, dropped her efforts of trying to get her hair into a pony tail. "What on earth was that?!?" I replied "That, my dear, is a wannabe country boy that has probably never planted even a tomato plant driving a truck that never hauls anything but his redneck friends to the weekly muddin' event."
Matching my snarky, she came back with "You seem to be quite the expert, Mom. Makes me wonder about your past." To which I responded, "I've lived here all my life. I've studied their breed. Or inbreed rather."