Do you know how much I hate this?

So I'm driving my kids to Barnes & Noble to go do something wholesome and vaguely educational, like, buy book, or eat muffins or something like that. Being a good driver and a law-abiding citizen, I stop at the red light.

It's a regular day... traffic seems regular... weather seems regular...

Lucky me! I spy a big truck. See it? It's a Ford or maybe a Chevy, I'm not really sure. But then, something shiny catches my eye.

Is it a faulty muffler or a broken trailer hitch? Are they dragging Christmas ornaments?

Oh cheese and rice. Is that what I think it is?

Being a responsible parent, I contain my emotions. Being stopped at a red light and not behind the wheel of a minivan in moving traffic, I use the opportunity to pull out my phone and snap a picture.

See it?

Take a closer look... and then tell me...

Why?

Postscript: No cows or rednecks were actually castrated for this blog post. Large metal scrotum dangling from spare tire well on truck, while in poor taste and raises questions about their owner too numerous to enumerate here, is in fact little more than some kind of very confusing truck decoration.