Today Michigan roadways are virtually a global potpourri of vehicles of all shapes, sizes, and makes, and Michigander's definitely have their favorites.
Apparently this is how rednecks spend Christmas. They gather all the young'ns and gather around the garbage pile ramp in the front yard. Then they get the drunkest dumbest member of the family to do something incredibly stupid, like jump a rusty old piece of crap 25 feet into the air expecting not to get hurt. Enjoy the inbreeding after the jump!
I'm sad I didn't live in Flint when Burt Reynolds was in his prime, because apparently The Master Of The Mustache used to buy his trucks from the First Lady of Flint, Patsy Lou.