You'll never guess where I am- a racetrack in rural Illinois watching indie cars. Now granted, I am not having a true white trash experience. I ate an avocado and seitan whole wheat wrap in the parking lot, and I am reading Yoga Journal in the stands. The regulars were having some bumpin tailgate parties. I almost asked for a Bud. I am wearing earplugs and these cars are still loud.
ETA- We decided the confederate flags belonged to tailgaters who followed the indie car circuit but were not from IL. Illinois may have it some rednecks the likes of which New England could have never dreamed of, but it shouldn't have confederacy nostalgia. Should it?