I love competitive people. I really do. You know the ones. They’re the ones at the show that everyone hates, accuses of cheating, make up stories about because they can’t seem to beat them. The ones that outwork, out-hustle and outperform the majority of the folks in the barn. The ones that constantly finish at or near the top. The ones that push the boundaries and inspire show officials to create new rules. Nothing seems to shine the spotlight on the real competitive families quite like the county fair.

While there is no Galt’s Gulch in real life, I always thought that of all the places in the USA, the one place where capitalists could still “escape to” was Texas.