Redneck Wagon Don't know where this was done. But I'm sure wacky tobbakie, beer, and rednecks were involved. That's a kool wagon? truck? outhouse or whatever? maybe it's one of Red Greene's leftovers from Possum Lodge!
Yup. Typical redneck thought. Let's see....I got this here crap*ed out Caddy with a rusted back end, and a Chevy van with a blown motor (note: not an 'engine', a 'motor'...) Let's make sumptin' outa this....... Down in L.A. it would be, "Let's haul these both to Pick-A-Part......"
It's actually kinda sad really...but yet it's hard to take your eyes off it And this would be his first cousin twice removed...
Yikes a Trike ? So here's a motorcycle that got rear-ended by a compact car and the rider still didn't have room for the beer cooler and other stuff! Maybe he needs to use the rear of a van too! Actually there are many of these type trikes-yikes around down here in these here parts of the sticks! Hang around in this Florida sun without a hat long enough and drink enough amber cola and they'll do danged near anything. :2_thumbs_up_-_anima
Motor-Engine ? ----------- WELL ???? Since we moved from the mid west to Florida I get slightly confused on what I am or what others are. So don't take me on my words about who or what a redneck is! Even the homegrown ones aren't sure. From what I've learned it is not a bad thing! My wife is from south Minnesota and she looks, dresses, acts, and talks like a redneck. But of course, I did say SOUTH Minnesota ! As Mr Jeff says "you might be a redneck."
I find it funny, there's a crowd here, called 'wannabe hicks' and I don't wanna be a hick and still am more country-fried than they'll ever be lol.
Country Kind of like that song being country before country was cool. When we were kids we wore faded jeans with holes and some with holes that were patched. Now people pay $100+ for storebought jeans just like that. And that thing about being a redneck, used to be an insult, like hillbilly. Now there are people faking being both. This even carries over to being a wild biker. Back when I was young a biker was an outlaw, a mean and nasty monster. Now Doctors, Lawyers, etc. spend weeks growing a beard and getting tattoos, often temporary tats, just to go to a bike event. Whatever is in style is what people want to be. Just like cookie cutter cars, we have evolved into cookie cutter people. When I started playing with rusty old cars, I was called a nut and shade tree mechanic. Look at our hobby now. Let's drive station wagons and still be different!
I love that song, by Barbra Mandrell. So true, I watch these kids, all driving identical 1996 Chevy Silverados, lifted, with subwoofers, blaring not country, but hip-hop, they chew tobacco and have 'skoal rings' but wear baggy pants and Aeropostle shirts? What the heck is this? I monkeyd around with old cars and wore plaid shirts and blue jeans that fit right, and cowboy boots. Wait, I still do all those things.
Livin the 50's So I'm not the only guy who never grew up? We have three grown kids in Illinois. None are car lovers. Give them a cookie cutter car and a tank of gas and they are happy runnin to the Mall or some place to eat. The fourth we adopted. Still family, our first grandkid. Steven was a real car guy and I actually gave him my 1941 Ford hotrod custom because he basically mantained it and my other cars. Helped him buy a 1976 El Camino show car. Engine so clean you could actually eat off it. Took great care of it for over two years. Spent a lot fixing it up. Then met rednecks and started going to mudbogs. Would you believe he started mudbogging that El Camino, drinking beer, and smokin. Ripped the new exhaust off....twice, tore up a tranny and rearend. Basically it now looks like a demolition derby second place winner. Kids change and the once car guy son loves just tearing them up and going to the Mall to outsound other stereos and exhausts! Gotta go get him now and tow the El Camino to the redneck home he now lives. Glad to get the piece of %#@ off our driveway. I loved the Cameno!
