I used to get pissed at the way NOVA folks looked at us, but 5 weeks in Richmond fixed that. While at the D.O.C.'s A.S.D., myself and Officer Dockery were greeted with that bull, and we decided to have some fun with it. We went out and bought a bluegrass CD (both of us despise bluegrass btw), and would roll down the windows on breaks and blast that sucker through the parking lot. We purposefully exaggerated our Mountain drawls, slowing things down. We talked about eatin' possum dumplings, racoon stew, and groundhawg giblets that mamaw makes, told them we'd whoop a wildcat we reckon just to git sum more. What did this do? It infuriated them when we finished 1-2 in a class of 37 not just in the classroom, but the range, and defensive tactics mat as well. On Tuesday of Week 3, Officer Gramazio (from Boston) came knocking on our room door at 7pm. We were wondering what was going on, and had to chuckle when he sheepishly said "I figured this crap out, yes I am slow evidently-it's all an act. Do you guys mind if I study with you?". As for the defensive tactics part of the course, our friends from NOVA got a little education hillbilly style. Those boys were glad to see Friday come, and we were sad to see it go-had a blast. It became more frustrating for our NOVA friends when after taking less than 10 minutes to qualify on an assortment of firearms, myself and Officer Dockery were instructed to have a seat on the picnic table while the rest were instructed on how to handle a firearm. Yeah, it was nice, shades on, Gatorade-sippin' saying "Youins need to git to work". I learned that this is the way that you teach folks like that lessons. How frustrating it must have been in their minds when they angrily asked themselves "How in the hell are these inbred hicks making us look like this?". Let folks have their fun, heck-feed into it, then when it counts, bust your balls, show SWVA pride, do everything you can to embarrass the haters. I humbly beseech Freddy, B5m, and Shoe to do the same while there.