Tuesday, August 18, 2009

The Redneck Clause

A bunch of us went to see a monster truck rally at the Verizon Center last January - five dads and six boys. At some point during the day, we had a discussion about whether or not we were rednecks for going to the show. The group consensus turned out to be what I refer to as the redneck clause - as long as we were taking our kids because they were interested, we aren't rednecks.

The clause came into play again last weekend during our family trip to the Outer Banks in North Carolina. We were 30 miles from from our destination when we decided to stop for lunch. We stopped at the first place we saw - Diggers Diner. The diner is part of a small tourist trap associated with monster truck Grave Digger and driver, Dennis Anderson. Several monster trucks are on display, and $5 buys you a monster truck ride. Grave Diggers Racing Shop is also on the property - a truck repair shop and gift shop.

The food was good, but the place was so busy that it took us about an hour to get our food.



I wonder how long they've been open "daliy."


It has a traditional diner look.




Racing themed bathrooms with a checkered floor and a tool chest to hold extra supplies.



One of the retired Grave Diggers.


A reminder that we're in the South.


The outside of the shop.



Monster trucks in the shop.



We couldn't leave without taking my son for a monster truck ride.











A racing fan's car in the parking lot.

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