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Here’s
something else the Dowbrigade has always had a hankering to try…
It’s called swamp buggy racing, a fuel-powered homage to the days when
hunters prepared for the start of the fall season by showing off their
latest buggies, motorized contraptions with balloon tires and elevated
suspensions built to maneuver into the most remote recesses of the
Everglades.
Seventy years later, southwest Florida hunters continue to explore
what remains of the once-endless River of Grass with swamp buggies.
Since 1949,
those pioneers and their descendants — along with a few northern interlopers
— have carried on the tradition with state-of-the-art racing buggies that
can cost more than $60,000.
"The motors in some of these buggies cost as much as a Mercedes-Benz," said
Darryl Massey, 42, a former racer who plots his comeback in a machine shop
behind his home each night after work. Racers in seven classes, from four-cylinder
jeeps to modified high-performance monsters with 1,000-horsepower engines
and names such as "High-Tech Redneck," encircle a bog known as
the Mile of Mud, leaving behind 30-foot wakes of white foam as thick as
smoke. Top performers can exceed 90 miles per hour.
from the Boston Globe
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February 1st, 2008 at 10:52 am
[...] Stephen [voice over]: And nobody wants swamp buggies. [...]
October 22nd, 2008 at 7:19 am
these are sad asses like your mum and dad
January 19th, 2009 at 3:32 pm
that looks retarted like my brother jesse and his cousin david and his moma edna and his aunt frankie man you wouldnt believe what this crowd looks like jesse has a foot size of 13 and my cousin david looks like a girl and my aunt edna looks like she 18 months pregnant frankie aint got no teeth and they all chew tobacer and on weekends for fun we all sit around flippin boogers at the wall and the best part of all jesse eats them all
June 22nd, 2009 at 5:49 am
Absolutely ridiculous. lol funny pic