YEEEEE HAWWWWWWW!
When I was a little kid, I loved this show. It made Friday night that much more exciting (after all, I already got to stay up past my bedtime, which was a huge coup).
I didn't understand what bootlegging or moonshine were, but I understood car chases and silly police deputies. And I had a huge crush on Bo Duke. It was high-brow entertainment!
But there was one thing that always rang false about the show.
No, it wasn't the fact that one car could never survive all of those ridiculous jumps (though it couldn't--they demolished over 300 cars in the filming of the series).
It was this: even as a little kid, I never believed that anyone, even a hillbilly, would name their son Luke Duke.
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