Red Neck
Yacht Club
Muddy, more muddy, Red Neck Yacht Club. American on the street is more polite, kinder, more accurate than we Swedes are accustomed. Red Neck Yacht Club is the valve.
Yepp, The Yanks are socially a couple of snap more developed than us Swedes. It is yes mam and no sir and no naked torsos at the gas station. There are shiny shoes and have a nice day on the job. There is more excuse me and “sorry” and a softer tone compared to our Viking mutter alongside the buffet table at the job lunch.Then we have The Red Neck Yacht Club, Punta Gorda, Florida. I guess that’s where you open your tie. The politeness and kindness is there no doubt but mud up to the
armpits makes the every-
day polish kind’a
overkill to maintain.
Here’s the pedal to the metal with left side traffic, right side traffic, offroad, trail, rock and roll, jii-haa, camping, barbecue and party all night long.
80 degrees, a whole forest full of pickups and mud holes where boys and girls, old men and old women are spotted up to the cap.
Competitions taking place where you have to get around a track so smeared that everything with less than 500 horses sink like a stone.
1000 horses are a good start, and even more more because then you can fly off like a motorized flea on top of all that shit. ;o)