I didn't look at this at first because I'm probably one of the biggest closet rednecks here and I've learned the hard way on lots of things. That guy crosses the line between redneck, daring, having fun etc., to just plain stupid! That moron must be brain dead. I think he must be one of the "locals" I have to deal with at the remote property I own; same brainpower.
I thought this was going to be more like redneck skiing. Many times (in the past, thank you) I've been involved in cornfield skiing and street skiing. I distinctly recall taking a Rhodes Scholar to Tokyo General (Bob, what is the real name of the hospital in Crawfordsville anyway?) because he fell out of the boat and the guy skiing behind the boat hit him. This happened around Yountsville, IN on one of their country roads. Yes, roads. You see, I was pulling a 12' jon boat down the road behind my VW Beetle in the snow. There were about 4 or 5 guys in the boat drinking and a guy named Todd Owens skiing behind the jon boat. Barry was trying to get into the cooler to get another beer and somehow managed to fall out of the boat. Todd ran over him and broke Barry's collar bone.
Barry's parents forbid Barry to hang around me any longer since Barry had managed to break a finger the year before when the rope broke and the coffin Barry and Glenn were riding in ran off the road and hit a parked car. We had affixed part of some old snow skiis to the front of a coffin we had and it made for a neat ride being pulled behind the Bug in the snow as well. I know, it was pretty stupid, but not in the league as the moron and his truck!
Maybe since this was the kind of guy I was in college, that could be why Bob didn't know me then. It is a very small college and you end up more or less knowing (by sight anyway) most everyone there.