2008 Woodie Awards
Two Raging Intellectuals: Ghost Riding the Whip
Colton Ward and Britt Staniar
Issue date: 2/14/07 Section: Distractions
It's a practice that is not foreign to many of us. Colton did it with his friends on his street in Charlotte once. If you happen to be Matty P., Bonesaw, Bryant Fulk, Moses, Lizzie Mac, Big Fat Bobby, or two stupid drunk chicks that originally wanted a ride to KA, you know exactly what we're talking about since you did it with us just the other night. If you happen to live in Hotlanta or Banktown, or anywhere between, you've at least heard of it.
We're talking about ghost ridin' da whip.
If you lived in Charlotte over the summer, you might have heard of the the Dub Car Show. If you stayed long enough, you'd remember when the Charlotte Police had no other option but to close the main streets of downtown Charlotte because ghost riding was rampant.
At first we couldn't quite figure out why Washington and Lee was so unprepared for the phenomenon that is ghost ridin. Then we remembered that everyone in this damn valley is stuck in a two year time warp that makes them think tippin' is still hot. Well, we've got a news flash for you, Mike Jones: ghost ridin' is taking over.
It's a juggernaut force with a unique blend of hip-hop, malt liquor, grinding, and of course, safe driving. If you want, you can stop by Downwind any time after midnight on any given Monday, Wednesday, Friday, or Saturday night and request a ghostride, cause we are always down to get down.
And remember, if you want us to give you a ride back to the quad or some bullshit, we'll most likely lie to you and make it seem like a perfectly normal ride -- but when Jibbs' "King Kong" comes on, the windows go down, the mountaineer turns into the whip [not unlike a Transformer (one of the Deceptacons, not Optimus Prime]) you're be in for the ride of your life.
Pretty soon you'll be the only person left in the car, it'll be rolling down the street, and everyone else will be dancing along side or on top of it.
And just think of the possibilities: what if we were to combine ghost ridin with some of your other favorite activities, like krumping or clowning? Or, maybe we could make ghost ridin into a competitive sport, like lancing… you know, two cars pass each other and the first person to get knocked off the top of their car loses? We could even make it a club sport and ghost ride against other colleges. Put that one on your i-banking resume and you'll get the job, we promise. Finally, think of the Toni Montana-esque drive by that you could do with a paint ball gun while standing on top of your car… Some opportunities are just too golden to pass up.
The possibilities are endless now that you don't actually have to be in your car to drive it.
So the next time that you get a new car, and you're feeling like a star, and you wanna act da fool, feel free to fling open your ride's door and take a walk. It's a life changing experiences that you won't forget… unless you die. Good luck.
We're talking about ghost ridin' da whip.
If you lived in Charlotte over the summer, you might have heard of the the Dub Car Show. If you stayed long enough, you'd remember when the Charlotte Police had no other option but to close the main streets of downtown Charlotte because ghost riding was rampant.
At first we couldn't quite figure out why Washington and Lee was so unprepared for the phenomenon that is ghost ridin. Then we remembered that everyone in this damn valley is stuck in a two year time warp that makes them think tippin' is still hot. Well, we've got a news flash for you, Mike Jones: ghost ridin' is taking over.
It's a juggernaut force with a unique blend of hip-hop, malt liquor, grinding, and of course, safe driving. If you want, you can stop by Downwind any time after midnight on any given Monday, Wednesday, Friday, or Saturday night and request a ghostride, cause we are always down to get down.
And remember, if you want us to give you a ride back to the quad or some bullshit, we'll most likely lie to you and make it seem like a perfectly normal ride -- but when Jibbs' "King Kong" comes on, the windows go down, the mountaineer turns into the whip [not unlike a Transformer (one of the Deceptacons, not Optimus Prime]) you're be in for the ride of your life.
Pretty soon you'll be the only person left in the car, it'll be rolling down the street, and everyone else will be dancing along side or on top of it.
And just think of the possibilities: what if we were to combine ghost ridin with some of your other favorite activities, like krumping or clowning? Or, maybe we could make ghost ridin into a competitive sport, like lancing… you know, two cars pass each other and the first person to get knocked off the top of their car loses? We could even make it a club sport and ghost ride against other colleges. Put that one on your i-banking resume and you'll get the job, we promise. Finally, think of the Toni Montana-esque drive by that you could do with a paint ball gun while standing on top of your car… Some opportunities are just too golden to pass up.
The possibilities are endless now that you don't actually have to be in your car to drive it.
So the next time that you get a new car, and you're feeling like a star, and you wanna act da fool, feel free to fling open your ride's door and take a walk. It's a life changing experiences that you won't forget… unless you die. Good luck.
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