Years ago I worked in a small town in the far west of our state. It was a dead sort of place, almost a ghost town. But one day of the year everyone around gets together and they have a bed race. The beds have all manner of wheels attached to them...the only rule is...no motors.
One person on the bed, two push.
When it's over, everyone gets drunk.....hee hee.



Grain silo's on the left, town on the right.
If you blink as you drive thru it, you'll miss it