All day long, sitting on the saddle of my bicycle, I've been thinking about what i think of when i cycle.
Right before i arrived here, I figured out that when I cycle, I think of Swedish women playing beach volleyball in Florida. This thought motivates me. A lot.
Kevin, who repaired my bicycle in Memphis, told me some of the ‘Redneck jokes’.
“Hey, Izaka, do you know any‘redneck’ jokes?”
“What’s that?”
“It goes like, “If you let your 14 year old daughter smoke in front of her 4 children, you might be a red-neck”
“I don’t get it. And I don’t think it’s funny. Who are rednecks?”
“They are people who live in the Deep South. They are usually poor, not hygienic, and have bad teeth”
And he told me somemore redneck joke:
‘if you’ve ever stared at an orange juice more than 5 minutes because it said ‘concentrate’, you might be a red neck’. I think that one was really funny.
Kevin changed my itinerary. My original plan was to go to St. Louis to get back on the ‘Mother Road’ and going to the East through Chicago, Detroit. But after I was told the jokes, I wanted to go to the ‘Deep Southern States’ - Mississippi, Alabama and Georgia.
It was in a restaurant in the middle of nowhere. 4 old trucks were parked in the dusty parking lot. The restaurant may accommodate around 50 people. When I got there, it was about 4 O’clock and 7~8 people were sitting around, either watching TV or doing nothing.
I wanted to ask for direction to Birmingham. Jim, who was one of the servers and the owner of the restaurant drew a map and showed me the direction.
He asked me why I came to such a small town in Alabama.
“I came here to meet the rednecks. I heard they are pretty odd people.”
The entire restaurant became dead silent. I could feel that people were listening to what I was telling Jim. It seemed like Jim couldn’t believe what he just heard.
After a few seconds were passed by, Jim started laughing. And the whole crowd laughed hard. I didn’t know why.
“Izaka, we’re all rednecks here,haha”
He didn’t charge me anything for the sandwich and the soda. In addition to that, he gave me a yellow T-shirt, where it was printed "Keep Alabama beautiful".
Now, I know what a redneck is. I think I could have offended many people there, If I didn’t keep my serious face. They knew I wasn’t joking, and forgave me.
Oh, I love the Rednecks.
Right before i arrived here, I figured out that when I cycle, I think of Swedish women playing beach volleyball in Florida. This thought motivates me. A lot.
Kevin, who repaired my bicycle in Memphis, told me some of the ‘Redneck jokes’.
“Hey, Izaka, do you know any‘redneck’ jokes?”
“What’s that?”
“It goes like, “If you let your 14 year old daughter smoke in front of her 4 children, you might be a red-neck”
“I don’t get it. And I don’t think it’s funny. Who are rednecks?”
“They are people who live in the Deep South. They are usually poor, not hygienic, and have bad teeth”
And he told me somemore redneck joke:
‘if you’ve ever stared at an orange juice more than 5 minutes because it said ‘concentrate’, you might be a red neck’. I think that one was really funny.
Kevin changed my itinerary. My original plan was to go to St. Louis to get back on the ‘Mother Road’ and going to the East through Chicago, Detroit. But after I was told the jokes, I wanted to go to the ‘Deep Southern States’ - Mississippi, Alabama and Georgia.
It was in a restaurant in the middle of nowhere. 4 old trucks were parked in the dusty parking lot. The restaurant may accommodate around 50 people. When I got there, it was about 4 O’clock and 7~8 people were sitting around, either watching TV or doing nothing.
I wanted to ask for direction to Birmingham. Jim, who was one of the servers and the owner of the restaurant drew a map and showed me the direction.
He asked me why I came to such a small town in Alabama.
“I came here to meet the rednecks. I heard they are pretty odd people.”
The entire restaurant became dead silent. I could feel that people were listening to what I was telling Jim. It seemed like Jim couldn’t believe what he just heard.
After a few seconds were passed by, Jim started laughing. And the whole crowd laughed hard. I didn’t know why.
“Izaka, we’re all rednecks here,haha”
He didn’t charge me anything for the sandwich and the soda. In addition to that, he gave me a yellow T-shirt, where it was printed "Keep Alabama beautiful".
Now, I know what a redneck is. I think I could have offended many people there, If I didn’t keep my serious face. They knew I wasn’t joking, and forgave me.
Oh, I love the Rednecks.
(these pictures have nothing to do with 'rednecks')
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