Where do I begin? Ah yes....the Redneck Riviera. It started out much like any other road trip with a group of friends. Now, Justin and Jennifer are much much more versed in the annals of NASCAR racing than Laura and I, so we were able to get a feel for their excitement going into this thing. The real fun began as we made the right turn onto the highway leading to "Dega"...
We pulled in behind this Jeep. I couldn't have asked for a greater example of NASCAR stereotypes if I tried. Picture this...a red Jeep Wrangler....top down....Dale Earnhardt Jr. flag flying proudly from the back....cooler of beer at arm's length....two shirtless college age guys complete with tatoos....smoking the finest Marlboros and drinking some unidentifiable liquid. Halfway down the road they decide they're not getting enough of a breeze so they remove the doors from the Jeep. Unfortunantly we lost these fine fellows as they pulled off onto the left shoulder, creating their own entrance to the track.....
I was amazed at how many different states were represented in the long line of cars...uh, trucks...umm...vehicles we waded thru. Ohio, Texas, Illinois, Maryland, Arkansas, Mississippi, Missouri, and the list went on and on.......
oops, break's over....to be continued....
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