A few weeks ago, The Dupe decided his motorcycle exhaust wasn’t loud enough. (To be honest, it sounded like a sewing machine…) The solution: To drill out the baffles. It worked! The boy surprised the hell out of us all!
Then came this monstrosity. He decided it wasn’t loud enough and since the bike wouldn’t run without the silencers on, cutting them down was the best option. Needless to say, he got that far and needed a new cutting wheel and never got one. The bike has been this way for 2 days now. Yes, he has been riding it like this!
The Dupe: Your Trailer Park Is Showing!
Hey, when there is a prime swing set on the side of the road on trash day, you have to act fast!
This was spotted in Central Louisiana. I’m guessing they got tired of waiting for Larry to get back to the house with his truck, so they took matters into their own hands. I especially like how all the swings are still attached… Along with a red and black jacket still hanging on it. These guys obviously made a quick snatch. Who needs a truck?
To the Guy in the old Nissan Sentra: Your Trailer Park Is Showing!
Here is one of the broken Motorcycles in Tom’s garage. It belongs to The Dupe. Long story short, he dropped it within one month of owning it and has sat in the garage waiting on parts and The Dupe’s laziness to subside long enough to fix it. Instead of spending the $15 for a set of new grips, some tennis racket tape did the job.
DUPE! Your Trailer Park Is Showing!
note: The yellow bike in the background is Tom’s. It’s the only vehicle in the garage that is 100% functional.
That’s right, brake job in the parking lot at work while on the clock. At least he’s high-class… That is an electric impact gun after all.
HEY TOM! Your Trailer Park Is Showing!
One day Tom, The Dupe, and myself were sitting around doing nothing and talking about nothing in Tom’s garage; as is our custom. (That’s right I said “garage”. None of us live in the trailer park… anymore anyway…)
At the time there were 3 vehicles in the garage that didn’t run: 1 truck and 2 motorcycles. (Instead of being on the front yard in the trailer park, they are in the garage.) Tom is in the back of the truck sitting on one of the seats since we completely pulled the interior out of the truck and put it in the back. Tom looks up and says:
“I kinda like this, I think I’m going to get a couple more seats and permanently mount them back here and I can take the old center console, make a box in it, fill up all the cracks with spray foam for insulation, then I can fill it with beer…”
He pauses, looks up at The Dupe and myself just fighting the laughter… Then he says:
“I’m sorry, was my trailer park showing there?”
Ever since that faithful day, whenever we saw something or someone do something deliciously white trash trailer park style, we would inform them their trailer park was showing. A couple weeks ago, we started taking pictures and recording these events and decided to start the site you see before you today.
Harry, Tom, & The Dupe