High Tech but Red Neck

You know, take a North Dakota farm boy and rocket him into the digital age...and you get these weird events.

Like right now...as I stand in the driveway, balancing my 17 inch powerbook on the hood of my black Suburban , sipping coffee, surfing eBay and watching my two younger boys build ramps to launch their bikes, each ramp higher (and crazier) than the one before.

There is something wonderfully hillbilly about all this, like an unskirted trailer house with a satellite dish and a 50 inch plasma screen inside...in view of the garden tub in the master bath, of course.

Well, time to go in. It's getting too dark for the kids to correctly anticipate the ramps. The wrecks are getting hellacious.