Southern...

Southern is southern. These days, you could almost forget what the stereotype was all about. Boiled peanuts are hard to come by, and you're more likely to hear Dr. Dre than Dixie booming from the pick-up behind you. But what I saw today you'd only see in the South. Parked at the local 7-11 was a stretch limo ~ complete with a Confederate flag and a bumper sticker that said "Redneck." The guy climbing into it was a scuzzy-lookin' biker type sporting a greasy Dixie doo-rag. He looked more like the Harley type to me, and the limo surely had seen better days. But all the fenders matched and there wasn't a spot of primer to be seen. Not quite Dukes of Hazzard, but it did have one saving grace: a big, empty gas can sitting atop the trunk...