We'd all drive our Chevrolets out to watch. Pretty much everybody in Williamston drove a Chevy. New Yorkers will assume this made it difficult to determine social class of the driver by his car, by whether it's a BMW or a VW Bug. But if you bought the Chevy from Billy Joe, then Billy Joe's upper class, you're middle class, and I'm lower class. The only exceptions are Corvettes.
Corvettes have to be sold twice before they cease to be indicators of uppitiness.
Like the cars, the people in my hometown are outwardly pretty homogeneous. Just about everybody's white, which leaves the local racists with a lot of time on their hands. Because there aren't enough minorities against which to discriminate, Williamston racists have to take turns harassing the local Catholics. I'm kidding, of course, but there are Big City types out there who will believe all this is true and add it to their list of indictments of small-town living, right beside the lack of public transportation and the inability to buy good crack. Williamston is full of ideological diversity.