Sunday, February 13, 2011

You Guys Actually Burn Rubber in the Country?

Most people who know me well know that I am an avid blogger. Few people know that I am also an avid blog reader. My Google Reader account tells me that I am following 129 blogs, not including the people I follow on Tumblr. A few days ago, I came across this blog entry on Google Reader and posted the link on the Boy's facebook wall: How to Load Hay On Your Feed Truck.

He's from Oklahoma. I thought this would give him a little something-something to make him feel more at home. He might reminisce about hay bales, herds of cattle, and hydraulic arm clamp thingamabobs.

Photo Credit: Pioneer Woman

Look at the cows. Aren't they adorable?

Well, he labeled me as a secret country girl from California.

"You even listen to country music!", he exclaimed.

So I proceeded to blast some Miranda Lambert song in his car - "Famous in a Small Town".

We get to the point in the song "And we'll just spend the weekend burnin' rubber, and we'll let em point and stare in disbelief."

"You guys actually burn rubber in Oklahoma?" I asked.

"Yes", he replied, in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Doesn't that...smell bad?"

He looked over at me in disbelief. "You actually thought we literally sat there and burned rubber?"

"Maybe", I added.

"We're not hicks, you know?"

Then he proceeds to explain the colloquial use of the term "burning rubber" to me. I believe it relates to driving and something about the rubber of the wheels. Oh well...

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