The weekend before 9/11, I flew into Knoxville to visit my brother and his family with a big assortment of firearms for when we went to the range.
We departed TYS, and he told me the plans for the day:
*Shooting up the side of a friend's mountain
*BBQ
*An evening of dirty fun at The Atomic Motor Speedway (where he gave the invocation before the events)
On the way home, I mentioned that it was the perfect redneck day, save for having the chance to be chased by the Feds into the hills with a load of shine in the back.
His reply?
"You have no idea how easy that could be arranged!"
Ahh - the Speedway is gone. And that's a damned shame.