So CBW and I go to this car show while we're in Maryland. Two things:

1. When I got dressed in my jumpsuit that morning, CBW pointed out it was 80 degrees and jokes I’m all covered up. My jumpsuit is silk. I'm fine.

2. Each time CBW has been to Maryland with me, we hang out in PG, which is still predominately black, or DC which isn't, but we're around Black people and the non-black people who like hanging out with Black people.

So...

The car show? It was a drive, literally in the opposite direction of DC.

Not so far from my family’s house, but on the road to "where are the black people?" CBW spots the vintage cars and freaks out, which we've covered already HERE.

I drive over to the car show at CBW's urgent request and before we get out of the car, I ask him, "you sure you wanna go?"

I thought he understood. What I was trying to say, is, in my experience, there tends to be a type of old white guy who is into vintage cars. And yes, most of the vintage car owners were old white men. The type I'm describing doesn't make up every white guy who's into restoring cars, but there's a type that always seems to be present at these sorts of events.

It's the hardcore Republicans, who may or may not have a Confederate flag on their license plate or in their back window. They may not drop an n-bomb on you or in front of you, but they may  say some blatantly racist sh-- to you. And they be fresh as hell with black women.

CBW says, he's good.

I assume this means he understands. He didn’t, which I don’t realize ‘til later.