Two friends and I drove down to Arkansas for the Cass race this weekend, while on the way we stopped at a gas station in southern Missouri. Aint nothing like hard liquor, box of wine, shotgun shells, and cigars all in one aisle. And the second picture was of of sign taped to the gas pump. Then we got to fayetteville and saw this cool lifted van with bald mud tires, and a quality spraypaint job. Gotta love hicks, dang.