The Po’Dunk Carhenge is said to have properly begun in 1984 when George Vaughan’s famed truck, Baby, died. The vehicle, accruing a certain density over the decades, proved immovable by any tow or chain in the region. Baby would simply sit. Though she wouldn’t sit alone.

It’s often said that when Baby died all the things on wheels within a county wide area came to mourn. Car or truck, you name it. A couple lawn mowers even came to grieve. Maybe grief is contagous, because any driving machine that came within the vicinity of Baby had their engine give out and that’d be the end of their journey. Ring after ring of dead vehicles formed around Baby.

The Carhenge became a bit of a black eye to the small community of Po’Dunk. Many joking that the rusted out junkers represented the true town of Po’Dunk. Matters were not improved when the famed immortal goat of Po’Dunk moved in.

Hieronymus, the Forever Goat, was another one of Po’Dunk’s little legends. Stories claimed the giant buck dated back centuries. With some believing the goat to predate Po’Dunk itself. Others were a little less credulous. In either case, there was a violent goat in the Po’Dunk carhenge, and neighboring communities would derisively dub him The Mayor of Po’Dunk.

Some insults go on long enough to become a point of pride, and Po’Dunk’s Mayor would escape the parameter of a slight. When election season rolled around in 1988,  the Po’Dunk Mockery decided to put together a mock campaign leading up to a mock election. The results were unanimous and every resident wore their VOTE GOAT shirts to the election night celebration.

Strangely, in the modern era it’s far more rare to see Hieronymus among the Carhenge. Ceding his elected position for the woods once more.