Across Tennessee. By Kia.
“Your mother will explain,” I tell the Toddler, as I leap down from the Kia.
“Googoogoogoogoothemdukesthemdooookes,” I add.
‘Cooters’ – the official Dukes of Hazzard museum is probably the best tourist attraction in all America. It has a full-size General Lee, and a full-size Daisy Duke jeep, and a full-size Cooter pick-up, and a full-size Hazzard County police car. You can sit in them all for ten dollars, in order to have your picture taken, or just stand beside them for free, which is what I do.
“GoogoogooooFlash!googoohotpursuithotpursuit!” I say, as I am standing beside the police car.
There are all sorts of original scripts, and publicity posters, and life-size cut-outs of the cast. It really is a most educational resource. I am a bit disturbed, however, that there is no mention at all of Coy and Vance, who were the cousins of the original Duke boys who took over for a couple of series, suspiciously looking and acting exactly like the two original actors. Coy and Vance weren’t very good, but they do not deserve to be treated this way. They have been completely written out of history, like stunt-driving, moonshine-running Iain Duncan Smiths.
I stand for ages, viewing the historical artifacts and doing good impressions of Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane (played by James Best).
“Can we go now?” asks the LTLP.
She is still a bit cross about me accidentally buying a bottle of wine for $70, because I am not much good at working out money even when it is English. But she has a point. We still have the Gibson guitar factory to visit, and time is getting on.
The famous ’01’ car with the welded-shut doors is parked outside. I allow one last longing look before climbing into the Kia.
It’s time to go.