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Automobile Tomfoolery
Written By: David Kratzner
Posted: August 22, 2005
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I am writing to tell you of a plague that is ravaging our great country. This pestilence, this abscess in the collective flesh of our youth is not venereal in origin, nor is it some horrible pox from deepest darkest Africa brought forth by the khaki-short dressed, gin swilling British. The malady I am speaking of is of course the Scion, the overly customizable automobile by Toyota.

I am one of the handfuls of people who never saw Fast and the Furious all the way through. I have a myriad of complex reasons noting why, but suffice it to say, I do not find decking out Mitsubishis and ’95 Mustangs in fiberglass and spoilers cool. Scion feels however, that you not only need seven hundred and forty six variants of the same boxy clown car, but also attachments for said clown car; spoilers and do-dads to adorn one’s attempt at capturing a youth barely forgotten.

Am I the only person to see the folly in this? Why must a car have a huge fin and boss ass graphics? It looks cool? Bah! It is the same phenomenon as men in large trucks, Penis insecurity. Yes that’s right if a guy’s car sits .000078mm to the ground and has a thirty spoilers and is painted metallic antelope fire mist, then they undeniably have small wangs.

You can’t disagree with science! In 1944 the German Automobildummheitministerium, did a study revolving around the Italians and their then current fad of painting moons and stars on their cars. The six thousand-page document stated that this cosmic jackassery was congruent with “less than average penis length and breadth.” There you have it! You can’t argue with the Germans! They gave us ICBM’s and the modern machine gun!

So when you are sitting at a stoplight eating your 7-11 hotdog trying not to get the chili onto your one good pair of Dockers and a car sputters up blaring uniformed techno with a muffler the size of a dogs’ head and painted baby shit green, know that even though they have a hot Asian chick with loose morals in the passenger seat, they are rolling with a stack of dimes, that’s right I’m talking about DOWNTOWN

Go ahead and heft your boys and smile as you click on your tape deck and let loose some Velvet Revolver to the disdain of Mr. Fancy Car. So what if you’re a computer technician? So what if you are rolling a Chevy Celebrity driven by your grandmother that you paid a thousand dollars for? You only took it cause it has low miles and good fuel economy. Does that make you a dick? Hell no! Your Grams was there after that unpleasantness with Sara and the $400 mistake. She is seventy years old, that’s almost eighty! You know after her WAC pension got cut and Pop died she only had six hundred dollars social security per month. The woman has her insulin and arthritis medication to worry about!

How dare that fuck next you, inching forward only to roll back. He assumes only he can drive a standard transmission? He thinks he is so goddamn cool with his Oakley sticker and some speaker company you’ve never heard of. Does that make him better than you? Hmm? So what if it’s wile since you got laid? It’s not like you couldn’t if you wanted, but you’re so busy with work and that novel you’ve been writing for seven years. Just go home fella; you don’t need this stress. Let that guy go to his parties and random hot sex. Just go to store, pick up some cat food and sit back with a case of Budweiser tall boys and watch some porn. You deserve it, because you don’t drive a Scion.

And once again I am out.

War is peace
Freedom is slavery
Ignorance is strength


 

 

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