Assignment 14 Hannah Freibert

As far as our thanksgiving meal goes, it stands pretty traditional. Relatives make the four to twelve hour plight to a not so little cabin in the Smoky Mountains. White table cloth, stiff clothes that make you shift in your seat, enough turkey to feed an African village, the whole shabang. Now, do not take my lack of depth on the meal as lack of appreciation, because to be clear, I really appreciate it. But I will assume that it is more than somewhat resemblant of your thanksgiving meal, so I'll cut the list short.

The variation, for my family, lies in what comes the morning of thanksgiving- before the post meal butterballness sets in. Around 9 AM, a slew consisting of all the males on my dads side of the family and myself trek down the mountain into Pigeon Forge. That is where the games begin. Go-karting. Not the typical child friendly, jogging-speed karts that an amateur may think of *pretentious scoff*. No no, shit goes down. Our annual destination is a two track go-kart area paired with about eight or nine shady looking amusement park style rides. The first track, the "fast track", harbors karts that tip at 45 mph. The second, the "slick track", is periodically sprayed with water to ensure that a spin out free ride is not in the agenda. Getting t-boned at Tate's Creek road speeds isn't the most enticing thing, but isn't that why they have the "NO BUMPING" signs plastered everywhere? The golden rule that is followed to a T? A crucial rule as such is enforced by only the most elite supervisors, which waft an enticing aroma of beer and cigarette smoke while dealing out stern looks and minute bound lectures. We Freibert people are competitive, blood thirsty folk. I, for one, am certainly not above putting my father into the rail to ensure a victory. I have a suspicion that my uncle's hip replacement may be directly correlated to the Freibert go-kart phenomenon. As I type this, actually, he sits next to me icing his wrist from a Hannah-inflicted wipe out. Do I regret this, no. A hard fought and well earned victory has its consequences.

This blog has been all over the place so I apologize; I'm now post-thanksgiving meal and feeling more butterball-like than ever, slipping into a food coma by the moment. So to conclude, here's a great thanksgiving video. 10/10 recommend the watch.
https://youtu.be/TUCUsNx1HTs