I was just thinking about southwest Virginia, and I remembered something I haven't thought about in a loooooooong time. When I was a manager at the Radford BK, I had this tie that my mom bought me as a joke, and I wore it quite a bit just to see what reactions I'd get. It had a U.S. flag motif, and right in the middle of it was this big-ass fucking motorcycle. Not once did I ever have anyone laugh at my tie, but many times I had someone say, "Right on, brother," and ask to shake my hand. And that was in 1995 or so. If I wore that tie today in southwest Virginia, I'd probably get marriage proposals.