We are not laughing with you, sir. We gaze at you with mock awe. Your Honda with the oversized muffler and “spoiler” looks and sounds like a septuagenarian musician who “almost made it”.
OR, or you are laughing at yourself, which is a quality I completely respect! After all, my dream vehicle is an ice cream truck that does not stop for kids. Our America is brimming with bulbous bottoms and flabby fronts. If you want a Push Up you will do 50 of them!
When you pump up the volume on your champagne bass all you are doing is demonstrating an additional “dis-quality”- you have no taste in music. You rev at the light and look askance like you know something I don’t… Well, Captain Crappy Car, I know you will blow your engine.
I will arrive at the next light a few seconds behind you, but I am years ahead. If you want to see who a man thinks he is, look at his car; if you want to see who he really is, look where he lives.
