Tue 5 Aug 2008
So last week, I did the inevitable: I broke Trikeasaurus.
That’s the bad news. The good news was that while attempting to fix Trikeasaurus, the whole episode turned into a simple yet immensely satisfying return to my North Carolina* roots.
You see, as I don’t like cars much, I miss out on one of the great joys of my cultural heritage. Luckily the following image (after the jump) is as close as I’ll ever get to a certain primal yearning that was programmed into me from my youthful surroundings:
Trikeasaurus Up On Blocks In My Front Yard!
(click for closeup)
My life is complete!
(fear not Trikeasaurus fans - we’ll be back & boomin’ soon)
*or “North Cack-a-lackey” as we like to say - but where the hell does that phrase come from?
August 5th, 2008 at 9:19 am
nice!
as to the roots, liz found a possibility from the urban dictionary (#4):
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Cackalacky
… As a matter of fact we believe that Cackalacky Spice Sauce (A.K.A. âThe official zest of the Carolinasâ) may actually be the eponym for the famous gustatory destination.
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Old Cackalacky Sauce jingle: “Wherever you go, there you are! And wherever you go, there you’ll be - with a bottle o’ Cackalacky!”
August 5th, 2008 at 1:08 pm
You’ll really be back to your roots when you have two or three broke down bikes in your driveway!
August 5th, 2008 at 1:09 pm
and when you lean over to work on the trike your butt crack creeps out of your pants. At least that’s WVa style!
August 6th, 2008 at 10:14 pm
Ha! Well done.
Speaking of part of your NC roots and things up on blocks, see here for a blog I wrote on “You might be a Triangle redneck if…”
http://archerpelican.typepad.com/tap/2006/08/you_might_be_a_.html
FYI for any non-NC readers who actually read this comment, the “Triangle” is the edumacated and progressive-housing part of NC that’s pseudo-bounded by Chapel Hill, Durham, and Raleigh.