On becoming a redneck

In the past two weeks, I’ve found myself mired in no less than three conversations about truck parts. I don’t know anything about truck parts. All I do is shake my head and mutter about carbeurators. I’ve been complaining about it (to those who wouldn’t be offended), but today I accepted it. I realized that it’s a fact of rural life as much as riding the T is a fact of life in Boston. So I went about redneck-ifying myself (sorry Gwen) in a rather net-gen way: reading up on Ford truck engines on the wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org). I now know the difference between a Windsor V-8 and a Cleveland V-8 with a 2-barrel or 4-barrel carb. It’s not much, but it’s a start. It just goes to show that anything can be learned (and most things faked). It also shows that no matter what your interest, the internet CAN BE a shortcut to expert status.
Cheers,
Andrew (or Buck if you prefer)

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3 thoughts on “On becoming a redneck”

  1. Hahahahahahahahaha. My brother the redneck.
    How cool is Wikipedia? It’s one of my first resources (right after Googling something, which usually does come up with a Wiki entry anyway) for learning everything there is to know about something. Do you want to know about lunar landing conspiracies? Spontaneous Human Combustion (SHC – many a dinnertime conversation in the Boldwyn household over this one)? How many sequins are on Imelda Marcos’ 347th pair of shoes?
    I have realized that learning a few easy search techniques can be the way to make people think you’re much smarter than you really are. Whenever I’m going to meet someone new, and I happen to know a little bit about them, say, what country they’re from, I can do 15 minutes of concentrated learning, and carry on a decent conversation with them about life in Dar Es Salaam. It makes people so happy when you (an American) know a little bit about where they’re from. I see that you’re taking the same approach, but with Inline 6s and throaty V8s. Way to get down and dirty with them country folk.
    Really, I wonder how people functioned before the internet.

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