I kinda liked #3.
Is it true?
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Yep. But they forgot to mention the dawgs in the back of the pickup.
Scout's honor, it's true! :-)
I could add several, but I will say this one:
If you're a man and you answer a question with more than "uh-huh", you're considered 'talkative', and possibly rude.
You better believe it.
And that one incident will provide fodder for discussion and argument about everything from the best beer to drink (Bud, but Coors is running a close second), the best brand of truck to drive (Ford, but them hemis is good, too), the best overhauls to wear (Liberty with Carhart a close second), the best knife to carry (Case, what else, unless you can find a good Hen and Rooster), whether or not Mossy Oak is better than Real Tree Hardwoods (depends on the time of year and the game being pursued), the advantage of 3/8ths length chain over 5/8ths link, etc, etc.
All amongst themselves, of course.
And once out of earshot, after pulling you out, your choice of tires and brand of vehicle will be thoroughly dissected and the overall quality of drivers from other states will be decided.
Your parental lineage will be probably be questioned, unless you are a local; then there'll be no question, everybody will just know it.
And a large part of these conversations will occur over a period of several weeks, until the next snowbird or jack-leg idiot gets hisself stuck.
Then it starts all over again.
I know.
I've been there, done that.
Love it, too.
Yes #3 is true. And women don't change tires here. Someone will come along and you can trust them.
34. If you meet a funeral procession on the highway, stop pull over to the side of the road and wait for the end of the procession to pay respect for the dead.
David, If you have to ask it shows you've never been here.
#3?
Oh yes, chivalry prevails in the South.
Southern gents... nothing finer.
yea sort of. What happens after they git ya out is up for discussion.
Num 3 is true. When I moved back here after 25 years away, I was driving to work and had a flat. I swear not more than 3 minutes after I got off the road, a pickup with three men appeared, they jumped out and walked toward me. I backed up with hands up and told them my purse was in the car, just take the money and don't hurt me. They laughed and laughed while they changed my tire and refused my paying them. Every once in a while one would look mean over at me, I would flinch, and he would laugh some more. Women never change tires here.
Absolutely. That sounds just like my brother sans the 12 pack. In the winter he looks forward to snow and will drive all night to pull people out of ditches and up hills with his big truck.
All of them are true. :)