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It's Saturday night in Concord, North Carolina, and my hand is squashed beneath a large bottom. I'm only released from my fleshy trap when the hefty owner gets to his feet for the national anthem, which is silently observed before a long prayer squawks over the tannoy...

...followed by a burst of heavy rock with some rather more unholy lines.

Words: Dan Read
Pics: Daniel Byrne

This feature first appeared in the October 2011 issue of Top Gear magazine