He ignored the technology that coulda kept him from breaking his red neck.
How fitting that it only took 3 posts for the anti-Nascar asses to climb out of the woodwork
I was at a local flea market a few months back. I sometimes go just to make fun of the hillbillies but this time I actually needed some shotgun shells.
This place has got to be the cornicopia of worthless #3-trailerpark nascar merchandise anywhere. This little skinny guy that I saw was dirty as hell. He had the standard issue mullet and fishhook on his nascar cap. His bid fat wife was carrying one kid on each hip, both in diapers. Cigarette in her mouth.
(Diapers only, and the diapers were noticably full.)
They were getting into a 1986 Tempo that was six different colors, had bald ties and looked like someone smashed it and tried un-wrinkle it back out. The shitbox had #3 and "no fear" stickers with rebel flag accents all over it. The whole thing was muddy , too.
The little skinny hill scoggin was holding the most Godawful tacky #3 Earnhardt in-memory-of lamp that I had ever seen. As I looked around, I found those lamps among the other trailer treasures.
The price: $65
Good to see they got their priorities in order.