GK: North Carolina is a state of extremes -- and pretty much everything in between. From the Outer Banks (SEAGULLS/SURF) and beautiful wind-swept homes (LOCK JAW: --Have another Mai Tai?--) to the Smokey Mountains (COUNTRY WOMAN: --Don't mind the dogs on the sofa----). From the ocean breezes (GENTLE WIND) of Kitty Hawk (LITTLE MOTOR FLY-OVER AND SMALL CRASH, FN OFF: --It kinda worked----) to sounds of the towering banking and financial centers in Charlotte (GENTLE WIND, FN OFF: --It used to work----).
A lot of people wonder where the famous Research Triangle came from. Its origins go way back to North Carolina men and boys who grew up experimenting: (SOUTHERN YAHOO: --Let's blow it up, Bobby Lee!-- EXPLOSION --WHOOOO!--) Generations of Southern men whose childhood hobby was blowing stuff up (--Put more on it, Bobby!-- WHOOSH. EXPLOSION), who, as they grew up and attended fine Universities branched out into Barbeque (Want some more sweet tea? Put more on it, Robert! EXPLOSION).
There's biking (BALL BEARINGS) and hiking (BIRDS/WIND) the Appalachian Trail (FOOTSTEPS to BEAR GROWL to VOICE: DUDE!) to NASCAR (SERIES OF CAR DRIVE BYS) and short track stock car racing (ENGINE REV/RAPID SLOW DOWN/CURVE, ENGINE REV/RAPID SLOW DOWN, ETC) and bustling cities like Charlotte (TRAFFIC JAM HORNS. --Come on! Move it!--)
And North Carolina is famous for it cooking. (FN WOMAN: --Naw, you go on and help yourself!--) and North Carolinians will eat anything if it's barbequed or fried: (FN: --Jimmy you want another fried car part?-- Um-mmm. I sure do love them barbequed lug nuts--)