In response to Lightning Bug's Butt's blog, I must take exception to his characterization of car loving people. He says:
"You know this guy, don’t you? He wears a baseball cap with the name brand of his car on it. He’s got the matching key chain, belt buckle, coffee mug and boxer shorts. He budgets a weekly detailing service while his child-support falls into arrears. He masturbates to Hot Rod Magazine."
Holy Christ, I AM this person. I have the hat, the coffee mug, the key chain. No boxer shorts or belt buckle... what am I, a fanatic?
Bug, look. We agree on SO many things. You are the absolute coolest blogger on Earth.*
Yet you're dead wrong.
I think cars define people. We buy them like we buy clothes... to wrap around us, make us comfortable and make a statement about who we are. Like socks, the color matters. Like underwear, they need good "headroom." Like lingerie, they need to make you feel sexy. And like a jock strap... well, never mind. There are no jockstrap analogies.
For many, vehicles are an extension of our personalities, and we should flaunt, exhibit and celebrate them. God bless the car club member! He/she searches out and finds similar friends with which to revel in a great American pasttime!
My current vehicles are pictured above, (the car's an actual picture I took, the truck is a stock shot from GMC) but just look at a few of the cars I've owned, and you'll see why I am celebrating my current vehicular situation:
Really, need I say more? I've been to the deepest part of the valley, felt the pressure and heat, and begun my climb. I shall not stop until I perch percariously at the top of my vehicular Everest!
*so cool he's been published. I salute you, my friend!