How To Be A Redneck

In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of…donuts.


Spring has finally arrived here in Yellowknife.  Just yesterday.  Last week we were still waking up to weather of – 35, with wind chills of – 40.  When I realized it was April, and still as cold as January, I suddenly snapped, and started complaining.  One day I complained to everyone I met.  And it seems to have worked, because suddenly the sun has warmth and the temperature is only minus 6.  Between the brilliant sunshine and the long days, its stupendous.

The city recently cleared the snow from a couple of large patches of lake for the winter carnival last weekend.  I’ve noticed that passing drivers just can’t resist the opportunity to try them out for making donuts.  Now, if you are from Canada, you no doubt know that I refer not to the food favored by policemen everywhere, but to the fine art of spinning your vehicle in circles on a slippery surface.  Today we decided we wanted to try it out too.  (My friend Kim is visiting from BC and we wanted her to see ALL the highlights of living in Yellowknife.)

So we roped our wonderful neighbour and favorite redneck Kuzman into showing us the  art of making donuts.  We were teasing him just last week about being a redneck – I told him I had the word redneck in a charades style game we played on New Year’s Eve and I’d used his name as the clue.  Everyone guessed it immediately!  He got a good laugh out of that, and then revealed that his redneck friends think he is actually a hippie!  He must be confused, poor man, but whatever he is, his identity crisis has not stopped him from being a terrific neighbour.  Aside from being friendly and helpful, as well as really funny, he is smart, and knowledgeable – he invented the ice walker for example.  Combine all this with just a touch of (how can I say this gently?) complete laziness, plus a tendency to unnecessary risk taking, and you’ve got some very some interesting situations.  So of course he knows how to make donuts on the ice.  In fact, it turns out he is a bit of a master at it.

As you can see, fun was had by all!

Disclaimer 1 :  The cigarettes are not real – they are props only.  Most of us (3/4) don’t smoke.  No points for guessing which of us does.

Disclaimer   2:  Don’t try this at home!  (Don’t worry, the truck wasn’t damaged…)

The View From Inside:

The View From Outside:

Dukes of Hazard Style:

About Tandi

I love my morning coffee, reading, the wilderness, paddling, poetry, my Spanish husband, and being a doctor. I also love writing my blog, and reading yours.
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10 Responses to How To Be A Redneck

  1. Joan says:

    I am testing the comment page cause apparently they are not getting through. ..alloooo out there

    • Tandi says:

      Hi Joan

      The comments get viewed and accepted by me before they get posted so there may be some delay. Good to hear that you’ve had some fun times with this too!

  2. Joan says:

    Wow looks like fun and reminds me of winter a long time ago when I was young😃😃😃

  3. Arlene Madsen says:

    Now you are starting to think like an Albertan!

  4. grtescp says:

    this looks even more fun than the skid course I did on a F1 race track many years ago!

  5. Todd says:

    “He must be confused, poor man, but whatever he is, his identity crisis has not stopped him from being a terrific neighbour.”

    What a delightful sentence! And in the middle of a wonderful paragraph, too.

  6. shoreacres says:

    What a wonderful reminder of some wild and crazy high school days in Iowa. Our preferred site was the huge parking lot outside a very small shopping center. There was lots of flat surface, and they never cleared all the ice. I never tried it on purpose, but my dad did take me out there to teach me how to cope if I skidded on ice. Fun times!

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