Backtracking already

It seems that it took me all of one post to insert my size 13 straight into my pie hole.

I realized about the time that I pressed the POST button that I had just dissed all of my dirt bike ridin' fellow hillbillies.  (All you Harley & street bike riders can lump it.  Big deal.  You ride a two wheeled car!)  Worse than that, I was on my way to the biggest off road motorbike riding party in Almost Heaven, the Snowshoe GNCC.  My apologies, dudes!  You cats rock, and there ain't nothin I like more than a good mid-summer outdoor shindig.  Now nothing can ever replace the chaos that was the Blackwater 100,

but the Coombs' are trying, and Snowshoe is loads of hillbilly fun.  Here's the deal.  On saturday, somewhere between 400-500 ATV's race for two hours on a near impossible 18 mile track.  On sunday, the same number of dirt bikers go at it.  Mud, rocks, water, hill climbs & near vertical downhills await whoever is brave (i.e. dumb) enough to attempt it.  And, oh yeh, I forgot to mention the 12,000 or so drunken rednecks who are scattered along the track trying to amuse themselves.

They make a treacherous course downright insane. And very entertaining. Sometimes the racing is so intense that shit boils over.

 

And sometimes there's just enough of a lull in the bike action for the spectators to feel the need to spice up the action.

  

All in all, it was a weekend of big ol' hillbilly shenanigans, and me and Zeke and associated others had a great big-eyed time. Maybe next year you'd like to venture up to the Shoe with us and join in on some of the fun.  We'd love to have company.  Just bring high boots and your belly-floppin clothes, if your into that sort of thing.

Once again, sorry for the disrespect to my off-road motorcycling comrades.  It won't happen again.  The rest of you hawg ridin' losers can kiss my hillbilly ass.

And so it begins...

I understand that like Popeye, 'I yam what I yam and that's all that I yam'.  And what I 'yam' mostly is a hillbilly.  I know that the term hillbilly conjures up lots of mental images.  Most of them go something like this...

Now, I'm not saying that this image is 100% off-base.  I run across very similar oral hygiene and poor fashion choices daily (particularly at WalMart),

but there aren't too many outsiders getting ass-raped when they venture down here to BFE.

But we are a misunderstood brood, and my hope is that this blog will help you gain some insight into us.  After you get an accurate picture of us, you probably still won't like or respect us any more than you do now, but that's OK.  We really don't give a shit how you feel about us, as long as you make some effort to understand us.

That being said, the other thing you'll get a healthy dose of on here is all things BIKE.  Now I don't mean those motorized monstrosities that get prescribed at any hint of mid-life malaise.