You might be a redneck if....

My wonderful husband and his entire family tease about being rednecks since they come from the small town of Snowflake. Well this past weekend, my husband and his brother Brett showed some of their roots as they participated in the Thunder Raceway events. For those of you who know it....you know what i mean. For those of you not familiar with this event let me explain. Thunder Raceway is a ghetto make shift race track made out of mud. Drivers enter pretty much the day of as long as their cars meet the specific requirements. The races are anywhere from 4 to 25 laps long. The winners get nothing but bragging rights and the goal according to my brother in law....win or wreck! So my brother in law has participated in this event for this past season as a driver in the bomber class. it was described to me as the clown event of the race track. it is a free for all, no stopping race. His car was a '78 Mercury Grand Marquis boat. (its hard to see but it is the big boat with the 11 on the side in the dark picture) It had no windshield and the doors were chained shut (following regulations). Well this was the last race of the season and he invited my husband to be a passenger....to my dismay! All that protected my husband from sudden death in my eyes was a 30 year old seat belt and a borrowed motorcycle helmet. So Saturday, we sit on the bleachers in the freezing cold watching my brother in law, my husband, and two of their friends race around this dirt track. Well they didn't win and they only wrecked a few times. The best wreck of which left them attached to the car in front of them for 2 out of the 10 laps. I was freaking out like a good wife should and i don't think Eldon could have enjoyed himself more! He has always wanted to be a race car driver. he didn't get to drive but got to feel the speed....of 50 mph pedal to the metal. Everyone was fine and we all had a good laugh at the very least. It was an experience for sure!