Demo derby

No dogs were seen at the demolition derby in the rural part of farmland America. Yes, rural-cubed (to the third power) is where the derby gets demolished. A dog knows they wouldn't win this real-car version of the bumper-car ride.  Instead, dogs sit in the driveway while their owners paint-up old sedans and intentionally mash them into each other until one car still moves. Darwin's waiting room has a spot for the demo derby. To locate the demo derby just head to the intersection of redneck and inbreed and go seventeen more miles just past teen-mom and toward the place where the girls wear "take it in the rear" T-shirts (the reference is for the demo technique of ramming the trunk) and you have arrived.  For special occasion dinners the families around here head to Steak-n-Shake.  It is a place where you are a certified old-maid if you are 16 and have not reproduced, but its a fun place to watch the derby and wish you were a barn dog watching butter churned as Levi farms.  No photos please.