Good Ol' Boys

Even back in the days of braces and Barbies, I loved cowboys. Perhaps it's the bad boy + gentleman factor. Or maybe it's the boots. For this reason, The Dukes of Hazzard was one of my favorite shows as a kid. In the ancient times, long before my family had one of those top-loading VCRs, I would sit very close to the TV and audio tape the shows. I would, then, listen to the antics of my favorite cowboys over and over again in my room. Just sitting there on the floor, staring at the old tape recorder, cherishing every scratchy, badly recorded word.

I used to wonder how they got their car to jump over rivers and cows and fences like that with no visible ramp leading up to the spectacular feat. I established in my mind that there must be some sort of special button on the dashboard... one simply labeled JUMP. After all, if you can weld doors shut in order to look cool climbing in and out through the windows, you can most certainly install a JUMP button.

And I wonder, to this day, what those Duke boys were doing that pissed off the law enforcement so much... seemingly on a daily basis. Were they drug smugglers? Did they run a prostitution ring with Daisy as head ho? Or were they simply incorrigible youngsters, just out having some good, clean, cowboy fun? Perhaps I'll never know.

(Okay, I could get the DVDs and watch the show from a more adult perspective, but that would ruin the whole thing. So the mystery remains...)