Well I picked up a potential new P.R. client this past week. Some guy called "Bubba" that owns a metal fabrication shop started making what is called "Plow Disc Cookers". I had never seen such a thing. On a farmers plow, there are discs that are used to actually plow the ground. Bubba took a plow disc and put it horizontal on a stand and hooked it up to a propane tank and cooks food in it. To explain if you care to actually see what they are you can go to: www.cowtowncustomcookers.com
In an effort to appeal to an audience which would likely purchase these cookers, it was decided to rent a space at a campground at the Texas Motor Speedway where the cookers could be displayed and demonstrated. OK. Good idea. So on Thursday morning I met with an employee of Bubba's that happens to be an acquaintance of mine at the race track to set up the display tents and the cookers. And just like that prince goodwood, preppy, waspy, east coast, yacht club, country club darling socialite is at the races.
I have never followed NASCAR racing at all because I think its stupid. And in the most broad, general stereotypes do not think very highly of NASCAR fans.
I have got to tell you that if you have any preconceived stereotypes of what NASCAR fans are like - you are not only correct in having them but you need to exaggerate that stereotype a thousand times.
I was truly shocked at how uneducated, ignorant, fowl mouthed and crude this crowd was. I have never seen anything like it in my entire life. It was the largest gathering of white trash, hicks and hillbillies ever. And those descriptions are proudly spoken by the actual people there! That's what they call themselves - and rightly so. But to be PROUD of this? OMG.
So anyway the employee that I was dispatched to assist has very poor people skills, is an alcoholic and cocaine addict. My people skills are highly developed so I had no problem extoling the virtues of the Cow Town Custom Cookers. I dressed the part for Texas and sported tight jeans and pointy toed cowboy boots. I made an effort to mimic the vernacular and spoke with as many double negatives as I possibly could and even worse grammar. Hey - when in Rome...
I have yet to develop or master the local, twangy Texas drawl and this was very obvious to the natives that stopped by to have a gander at the cookers. As I was explaining how they worked to a couple, they looked at me with their mouths on the ground, then looked at each other and looked back at me with their heads cocked like a dog that heard a dog whistle and in mid sentence, they blurted out in unison "WHERE are you FROM?! You ain't from HERE!". So when I explained that I was from New York and grew up there they seemed to be relieved to figure out where in the hell this foreign guy was from. lol.
O.K. - so part of my job for the past 3 days was to attend certain parties. Great. A duck to water I am at parties to talk business. However, with my gift of gab and general curiosity I was able to secure invitations to 3 other massive parties simply by saying that so-and-so told me to stop on by...So not only did I blow through security with the velvet ropes parted, but I secured 2 very hot dates to 2 of the parties. Once in I wasted no time in getting back stage and into the VIP/restricted areas. The parties were great, the arm candy was amazing (and most helpful I might add).
Among some of the characters I met were: an older black man called Moses. He had a food/concession cart which he staffed with is 2 adult daughters and wife. He came to the races from Alabama. He was a kindly, outgoing fellow and to be hospitable to the Cow Town Cooker people next to him he came bearing a gift of deep fried in batter Oreo cookies. I nearly had a heart attack. I do not eat sugar of any kind and am not a fan of things deep fried. But I would not reject his neighborly gesture and "happily" tried his fried Oreo cookies. I have to tell you - they were pretty good. lol.
I felt badly for Moses since no one was patronizing his little food cart. He was very discouraged at the lack of traffic. Ever the spin doctor I told him "Moses - here's what's going to happen; you are going to make up some fried Oreo cookies, give them to me and let me carry your little grandson and I will hand out samples to the people entering this campground as they check in. I will tell them they need to buy your cookies since the baby needs a new pair of shoes. Never mind he can't walk yet (he was 6 months old) and by the way - he can't be wearing shoes when I am holding him.". LOL. I kid you not - this plan of attack worked out beautifully and Moses had people standing in line at his food cart before you knew it.
Another stereotype of NASCAR fans is that of very "slutty/sexually available" women that will pull their shirts up or off to display their tits. Hardly lady like but I wasn't complaining. :biggrin1: 2 of these said women came over to the Cow Town Cooker display under the guise of looking at the cookers. They were very, very drunk. It became clear in short order that they were not at all interested in the cookers.
They were interested in my cock and that of the guy I was working with. Well his social skills did not rise to the occasion but mine did. One woman took off her top to show me her ENORMOUS tits (natural and spectacular) and requested that I suck on them while pulling her hair and fucking her standing up. I obliged her and she was very evidently pleased with my performance. :smile:. And that's all there was to that. I will never see her again but I actually enjoyed her coming up to me, grabbing my dick and ass and being aggressive and being honest about what she wanted. It was fantastic.
So last night at the end of the day this acquaintance of mine - the alcoholic/cocaine addict had WAAYYYY too much vodka to drink and demanded to have the keys to my car so he could go get a hooker. When I refused he got pissed off and shoving match ensued. I won. He got into his company delivery truck and put the thing in reverse and drove into the display tents, ruining them. He drove away not to be seen until this morning. He remembered none of the previous night's behavior. I was very clipped with him and we didn't speak all day. What an unfortunate person he is.
Another thing I was amazed by was how much money these NASCAR fans have to throw away! They arrive in motor homes worth hundreds of thousands of dollars bringing with them a car or other vehicle, ATVs, golf carts and every manner of recreational toy one could imagine. White trash with money, make no mistake.
What else was shocking to me was how much alcohol these people drink. From the time they wake up the first thing in their mouths is a beer and a cigarette and they don't stop drinking until they pass out.
All and all it was a very eye opening experience and completely foreign to anything I have ever known in my life. And that's the tip of the iceburg from Goodwood going to the races.
In an effort to appeal to an audience which would likely purchase these cookers, it was decided to rent a space at a campground at the Texas Motor Speedway where the cookers could be displayed and demonstrated. OK. Good idea. So on Thursday morning I met with an employee of Bubba's that happens to be an acquaintance of mine at the race track to set up the display tents and the cookers. And just like that prince goodwood, preppy, waspy, east coast, yacht club, country club darling socialite is at the races.
I have never followed NASCAR racing at all because I think its stupid. And in the most broad, general stereotypes do not think very highly of NASCAR fans.
I have got to tell you that if you have any preconceived stereotypes of what NASCAR fans are like - you are not only correct in having them but you need to exaggerate that stereotype a thousand times.
I was truly shocked at how uneducated, ignorant, fowl mouthed and crude this crowd was. I have never seen anything like it in my entire life. It was the largest gathering of white trash, hicks and hillbillies ever. And those descriptions are proudly spoken by the actual people there! That's what they call themselves - and rightly so. But to be PROUD of this? OMG.
So anyway the employee that I was dispatched to assist has very poor people skills, is an alcoholic and cocaine addict. My people skills are highly developed so I had no problem extoling the virtues of the Cow Town Custom Cookers. I dressed the part for Texas and sported tight jeans and pointy toed cowboy boots. I made an effort to mimic the vernacular and spoke with as many double negatives as I possibly could and even worse grammar. Hey - when in Rome...
I have yet to develop or master the local, twangy Texas drawl and this was very obvious to the natives that stopped by to have a gander at the cookers. As I was explaining how they worked to a couple, they looked at me with their mouths on the ground, then looked at each other and looked back at me with their heads cocked like a dog that heard a dog whistle and in mid sentence, they blurted out in unison "WHERE are you FROM?! You ain't from HERE!". So when I explained that I was from New York and grew up there they seemed to be relieved to figure out where in the hell this foreign guy was from. lol.
O.K. - so part of my job for the past 3 days was to attend certain parties. Great. A duck to water I am at parties to talk business. However, with my gift of gab and general curiosity I was able to secure invitations to 3 other massive parties simply by saying that so-and-so told me to stop on by...So not only did I blow through security with the velvet ropes parted, but I secured 2 very hot dates to 2 of the parties. Once in I wasted no time in getting back stage and into the VIP/restricted areas. The parties were great, the arm candy was amazing (and most helpful I might add).
Among some of the characters I met were: an older black man called Moses. He had a food/concession cart which he staffed with is 2 adult daughters and wife. He came to the races from Alabama. He was a kindly, outgoing fellow and to be hospitable to the Cow Town Cooker people next to him he came bearing a gift of deep fried in batter Oreo cookies. I nearly had a heart attack. I do not eat sugar of any kind and am not a fan of things deep fried. But I would not reject his neighborly gesture and "happily" tried his fried Oreo cookies. I have to tell you - they were pretty good. lol.
I felt badly for Moses since no one was patronizing his little food cart. He was very discouraged at the lack of traffic. Ever the spin doctor I told him "Moses - here's what's going to happen; you are going to make up some fried Oreo cookies, give them to me and let me carry your little grandson and I will hand out samples to the people entering this campground as they check in. I will tell them they need to buy your cookies since the baby needs a new pair of shoes. Never mind he can't walk yet (he was 6 months old) and by the way - he can't be wearing shoes when I am holding him.". LOL. I kid you not - this plan of attack worked out beautifully and Moses had people standing in line at his food cart before you knew it.
Another stereotype of NASCAR fans is that of very "slutty/sexually available" women that will pull their shirts up or off to display their tits. Hardly lady like but I wasn't complaining. :biggrin1: 2 of these said women came over to the Cow Town Cooker display under the guise of looking at the cookers. They were very, very drunk. It became clear in short order that they were not at all interested in the cookers.
They were interested in my cock and that of the guy I was working with. Well his social skills did not rise to the occasion but mine did. One woman took off her top to show me her ENORMOUS tits (natural and spectacular) and requested that I suck on them while pulling her hair and fucking her standing up. I obliged her and she was very evidently pleased with my performance. :smile:. And that's all there was to that. I will never see her again but I actually enjoyed her coming up to me, grabbing my dick and ass and being aggressive and being honest about what she wanted. It was fantastic.
So last night at the end of the day this acquaintance of mine - the alcoholic/cocaine addict had WAAYYYY too much vodka to drink and demanded to have the keys to my car so he could go get a hooker. When I refused he got pissed off and shoving match ensued. I won. He got into his company delivery truck and put the thing in reverse and drove into the display tents, ruining them. He drove away not to be seen until this morning. He remembered none of the previous night's behavior. I was very clipped with him and we didn't speak all day. What an unfortunate person he is.
Another thing I was amazed by was how much money these NASCAR fans have to throw away! They arrive in motor homes worth hundreds of thousands of dollars bringing with them a car or other vehicle, ATVs, golf carts and every manner of recreational toy one could imagine. White trash with money, make no mistake.
What else was shocking to me was how much alcohol these people drink. From the time they wake up the first thing in their mouths is a beer and a cigarette and they don't stop drinking until they pass out.
All and all it was a very eye opening experience and completely foreign to anything I have ever known in my life. And that's the tip of the iceburg from Goodwood going to the races.
