How To Tell When You Are Home

A half of a mile left in my trip to my parents house in SC, I came upon this scene. This is when I *knew* I was home.



LOL.

Check out the tires on that truck. The truck is jacked up so high that the bed is actually taller than the stop sign.

Note the guys riding in the back. And note the size of the regular car passing it.

And the motorcyclist was really just getting in my way. But after I got the picture, I realized that he represented SC too. Do you know why?

For those that didn't know me growing up, it all makes sense now, doesn't it? :p