Review of "Texans' Tall Tales By a Tall Texan" by J.E. Warr: A Knee-Slappin', Harley-Roarin' Romp If you've ever wanted to lasso a tornado, outsmart a rattlesnake, or convince a judge you were speeding to escape a UFO abduction, J.E. Warr's Texans' Tall Tales By a Tall Texan is your dog-eared, beer-stained roadmap to the wildest ride this side of the Rio Grande. This self-published hootenanny, spun from Warr's own life as a car dealer, motorcycle maniac, and certified mischief maestro, is less a memoir and more a barrel of laugh-out-loud yarns that'll have you cackling louder than a rooster in a henhouse riot. With about 20 chapters of pure Texan tomfoolery, it's the literary equivalent of a chili-fueled fever dream you can't put down. Warr kicks off in Longview, East Texas, where his childhood was a non-stop "DTM" (Don't Tell Mom) carnival led by his dad-a Marine-turned-adrenaline-junkie who treated parenting like a Monster Truck rally. Picture a kid and his old man hunting snakes in foggy pine forests or dive-bombing logs from a rickety plane they nicknamed "Stuka" (FAA license? Pfft, that's for city slickers). Warr's prose is as smooth as a two-dollar tequila shot, dripping with lines like "Dad's grin was wider than a longhorn's hindquarters," pulling you into a world where every day's a dare and every dare's a story. It's like The Sandlot met Mad Max at a BBQ joint. As Warr grows up, the tales get taller than a West Texas oil derrick. Motorcycle racing takes the wheel, with enduros in Terlingua that mix chili cook-offs, alien abductions (allegedly), and wardrobe malfunctions so epic they earn riders nicknames like "Terlingua Flash" (spoiler: it ain't 'cause he was fast). Pranks? Oh, honey, Warr's got more tricks than a coyote with a fake ID. We're talking filling a buddy's VW Bug with gas to fake 1,000 MPG or spinning yarns about a hitchhiking Indian chief named Falling Rocks to spook a gullible drifter. Courtroom scenes are pure gold-Warr dodges tickets with whoppers about flying snakes or emergency blimp landings that'd make Judge Judy choke on her gavel. These stories ain't just funny; they're delivered with a wink and a nod to every oddball he meets, from grizzled Harley dealers to a vampire-obsessed professor who probably sparkles in sunlight. The book's heart is as big as Texas itself, with themes of family, friendship, and livin' life like you stole it. Warr's parents "dance" through love and chaos, teaching him to "change the people around you-or change the people around you" after one too many near-death stunts with a reckless pal. The humor's broader than a barn door, from accidentally dousing his own britches with gas during a pit stop to brawls that end with more laughs than bruises. But don't expect highfalutin' literature-this is a barstool sermon, not Shakespeare. Warr's conversational style can meander like a drunk armadillo, with occasional typos and timeline jumps that might make you wonder if he wrote it after one too many Shiners. The ghost and vampire chapters are a fun detour, but they're about as grounded as a jackalope on a pogo stick. At 4.5 out of 5 stars, Texans' Tall Tales is a rootin'-tootin' tribute to the Lone Star spirit-bold, brash, and crazier than a bull in a china shop. Fans of Kinky Friedman's wisecracks or Smokey and the Bandit vibes will gobble this up faster than a plate of brisket. Warr proves that in Texas, the truth's just a starting line for a story so wild it'll leave your sides achin' and your boots tappin'. So grab a copy, crack a cold one, and let these tales whisk you to a land where every sunset's an excuse for another yarn-and maybe a quick getaway from the sheriff.
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