We all have our guilty pleasures…a song you wouldn’t admit to liking that you jam out to every time it comes in when you’re alone in the car, a food that you shouldn’t eat for health reasons that you’ll mow through like none other when nobody is looking. We have Barbie Jeep Racing. Grown adults, who not only know better than to get in a contraption meant for their three-year-old to drive, but understand that there is a 99.8% chance that what happens next will involve contusions, concussions, road rash, cracked tailbones, and getting the wind knocked out of you, will gladly pilot a plastic vehicle down a hill and into YouTube infamy in the hopes that they might win a few dollars or some other prize. It’s silly, it’s brutal…and like a good car crash, we can’t look away. We’re human, sue us. If someone is going to straddle a My First Mustang and point it down a hill towards a stack of hay bales, we’re going to watch what happens while placing side bets on the moment of impact.
Now…that being said…let’s go to an event called Rednecks with Paychecks. You’re already seeing where I’m going with this, right? A hyped-up crowd that’s enjoying a wild weekend after the absolute mess that the first half of the year has been is going to enjoy a show and a half from some of the more mentally unstable but fun-seeking members of the group. It’s not sophisticated. It’s barely racing, and it’s only attached to the automotive world by the thinnest thread possible. But it’s solid competition and you’d better believe that these folks are having a great time. Well, except maybe for old boy who about knocked himself clean out. He might’ve had some second thoughts later on.
At sometime,ibuprofen will help