Posted 6:23 AM by Rob Holland
Vehicles We Have Encountered



Here's one we came across in hippie Asheville, one of the world's great time-warps. Enter Malaprops bookstore and you step back to the early '60s. (http://www.malaprops.com) Dig the purple building, too. This specimen doesn't come up to the New Orleans gator truck, but it's good of kind.

Posted 1:59 PM by Pamela Holland
It is hard to tell that New Orleans is the South sometimes, what with its painful absence of sweet tea and drawling accents. But this weekend I was definitely reminded of it. I was convinced to go with my friend and the Zeta Psis to Monster Jam, a huge monster truck rally held in the (nealry sold out) SuperDome. Some guy offered to shell out the twenty something dollars for my ticket, so I agreed to go. It was quite the event, complete with tailgating with Chicken Box--a place where the main item is (as might be expected)a huge box of fried chicken. Anyway, once we got inside, we realized that this was a family event. You know, like where you take your son and his friends for his fifth birthday party or where you see teensy little girls wearing shirts that read "Born to Be a Biker." I had assumed that the people-watching would be the best part of the evening, but the trucks did not disappoint. Neither did the monster eating, firebreathing Robosaur.

Sweet.
Of course, the most exciting part had to be when the favored car, Gravedigger, flipped over in the air twice after attempting to roll over fours cars and a school bus. I highly suggest that when the next Monster Jam comes to your town, grab some fried chicken and go. One word of advice though: take headphones!