Just wanted to weigh in on this issue, as a woman...believe me this is going somewhere, OK?
OK.
As far as men (boys) worshipping their cars as if they were living breathing entities, I don't understand it. Not for a minute. However, most of my acquaintances find my preoccupation with Oprah and Dr. Phil somewhat unnerving, even when I explain I receive just three channels on my television.
To each their own. What bugs me is not original at all, albeit the catalyst for the start of this thread: it's when these guidos insist on charging down ANY street (residential streets are always ten feet away from major thoroughfares) deciding it's either time for the rest of us to be woken up, scared out of our pants, summarily annoyed or a combination of the above.
It is my closely held belief that this is the only way these greaseballs with not much else to do (and their fathers who almost invariably finance these hobbies to look good in front of other immigrant parents) can get people to pay attention to them without it being someone saying, "No, no...it's I DON"T HAVE ANY MONEY, not I DON"T GOT NO MONEY, Nuno.". I'm lucky I can wear tight fitting pants to achieve the same result, God Bless Random Fate.
So, yeah. They are welcome to have a passion for these penis replacements (sorry...it's all about the dick: higher, louder, faster, deeper) as long as they keep it confined to their garage, whistling quietly as they polish the chrome, wondering why girls won't talk to them.
I'd laugh in their faces if they weren't in gangs.
OK.
As far as men (boys) worshipping their cars as if they were living breathing entities, I don't understand it. Not for a minute. However, most of my acquaintances find my preoccupation with Oprah and Dr. Phil somewhat unnerving, even when I explain I receive just three channels on my television.
To each their own. What bugs me is not original at all, albeit the catalyst for the start of this thread: it's when these guidos insist on charging down ANY street (residential streets are always ten feet away from major thoroughfares) deciding it's either time for the rest of us to be woken up, scared out of our pants, summarily annoyed or a combination of the above.
It is my closely held belief that this is the only way these greaseballs with not much else to do (and their fathers who almost invariably finance these hobbies to look good in front of other immigrant parents) can get people to pay attention to them without it being someone saying, "No, no...it's I DON"T HAVE ANY MONEY, not I DON"T GOT NO MONEY, Nuno.". I'm lucky I can wear tight fitting pants to achieve the same result, God Bless Random Fate.
So, yeah. They are welcome to have a passion for these penis replacements (sorry...it's all about the dick: higher, louder, faster, deeper) as long as they keep it confined to their garage, whistling quietly as they polish the chrome, wondering why girls won't talk to them.
I'd laugh in their faces if they weren't in gangs.