know I spelled it wrong. But that’s just how it came to be pronounced. My Brother, Willie and I went to the police impound auction. We were looking for some Darby cars. Our thoughts were. Look for the ones dented up. They probably were running when crashed. We ended up spending about 130$ a car and we each got one. I had a 76 dodge dart 4 doors. Green with a white vinyl top. My little brother bought a 76 cutlass, also green and white vinyl. Willie bought a 77 blue thunderbird. We bought batteries and took a dent puller to the ignitions and we started them up and drove them home. Yeah, not to bright now that I look back at it. I mean you are buying them from a police impound driving them out with no tags and insurance. None the less, on the way home someone started the tapping. Hey rubbings racing. We were rear ending each other at stop lights, sideswiping each other when passing. It got pretty rough. If any of us had a side mirror left when we got to my house I would be surprised. We got home and knocked out all of the windows and lights on the driveway. We had a bunch of spray paint so we did a little decorating and then it was ON!!!!. We started at first with just hot laps around the pasture with a little rubbing here and there. Pretty soon someone got irritated and it turned into battle royal. Willies t-bird went down first due to a hole in the oil pan and a blown motor from a launch. I went down second with a busted u-joint. So we pretty much just piled in with my brother and a case of beer and just took turns picking a spot on the loser cars and seeing how good we could call the damage. Later we hauled mine to the house and welded the drive line back in. But it didn’t last long. Finally we took the bobcat out and tipped them over and torched out the cross members and rear axles. Pulled them all right there in the pasture and put them in the paper. We crushed the cars. My brother and I ended up making about 300$. Will didn’t do so well with the blown motor. Anyway, we might be rednecks and used to be pretty much hooligans in our younger days. But the bottom line is. We had fun, made money, and even recycled some. Environmental, heavy metal, rednecks. Or as I would to refer to is a black neck. Well there is my story for the day. And I am smiling my ass off. Aaaaah the good old days.
