I was pulling double (maybe even triple?) duty this year at Austin’s annual celebration of sex, hot rods, and rock ‘n’ roll. I was there to help promote my own event, the Spring Shock Hop. I was also there to observe the yearly insanity and report it back here at Rockabilly Online. This year being the ten year mark, made my trek through the cars and the carnage a nostalgic one. I remember when they could fit the whole Roundup in a High School foot ball stadium. Now it’s grown into something that rivals even the mighty “Viva Las Vegas” out west. As a Texan, it’s hard for me not to be proud.