Ruckersville, VA
| “ | Ruckersville is a Very Boring, One-Horse Town. Hardly any young adults hang around here, and there is not much to do. Having a Wal-Mart does not make it any better either. It's like putting lipstick on a skeleton, it does not make it any better or nicer. | ” |
| Ruckersville's most famous citizen.[1] | ||
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| Information | |
| Country | United States |
| State | Virginia |
| County | Greene |
| Coordinates | 38°13′59″N 78°22′09″W |
| Classification | Census-designated place |
| Date established | 1732 |
| Population | 1,141 |
| Zip/post code | 22968 |
| Area code | 434 |
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| Notable for | |
| Home of Christian Weston Chandler | |
Ruckersville is a census-designated place in Greene County, Virginia, and part of the Charlottesville metropolitan area. It also happens to be the home of Christian Weston Chandler and the capital of all things Sonichu-related. Chris and his family moved from Ruckersville to the Richmond suburbs after their dispute with the faculty of Nathanael Greene Elementary School, only to return in 2000.
The Brochure
| Ruckersville, Virginia is a small census-designated place on the outskirts of Charlottesville, VA. A scenic, tight-knit community that offers panoramic views of mountains, woodland and farmland. Although Ruckersville has a small population, it has a vibrant and growing downtown, notable for its antiques market, a new Wal-Mart and great potential for expansion. Founded in 1732, the town has changed very little. The quiet, peaceful village of long ago is still the quiet, peaceful township of today. A safe, friendly, and welcoming community in which to raise a family or quietly retire. |
The Truth
It's a redneck shithole full of cheap, ugly houses and even uglier lawn furniture. A place where people hoard their trash and decorate their yards with junked cars, and where the human disasters we know as the Chandlers can exist relatively unnoticed. Given its tiny population, Ruckersville has very little in the way of recognizable landmarks or entertainment. The only noteworthy person born there is NASCAR driver Phillip Morris. The lack of prospects or opportunities suits Chris perfectly, as it gives him one more excuse to never leave his room, let alone get a job.
Chris claims to hate living in Ruckersville, as evidenced by his complaints in various videos, but only because he'd rather be in a near-identical suburb where he thinks he could squander the remainder of his life in a time-capsule of his high school days.
Geography
The geography of Ruckersville is incredibly plain. Its surrounding landscape, composed mainly of fields, thin forest, and small housing developments, extends from the larger settlement of Charlottesville. Even the terrain is boring, although the Blue Ridge Mountains are a short drive away.
The town is also far from any real civilization: it lies 16 miles (26 km) from Charlottesville, 77 miles (123 km) from Richmond, and approximately 100 miles (160 km) from Washington, D.C. Along with the rest of Greene County, it is located within the Charlottesville, Virginia Metropolitan Statistical Area.
Crime
Crime rates in Ruckersville are unsurprisingly low, with zero murders and only two rapes on record. That said, nearby Charlottesville has contributed to this low crime rate, as Chris is more than happy to waltz over there to commit his various misdemeanors, and likely so are any other criminals living here.
Culture
Ground Zero
It's interesting to note that, until very recently, a Google Street View of Ruckersville was unavailable. The housing development that contains Chris's home is still unavailable. It's likely that the road is so poorly marked and difficult to access that the Google camera trucks either missed it, ignored it, or simply did not care.
Gallery
Aerial shot of Ruckersville. Chris's home is highlighted with the red icon.
A closeup view of where the magic happens.
Ruckersville lies at the intersection of two major highways. Wow!
And no backwater suburb is complete without replaceable block-letter church signs! (No relation to Wesley Memorial United Methodist Church).
Little did Peter Rucker know that his settlement would be a haven for a moronic man-child.
