Burpin' the Fur off the Cat
Hi.
People who read this thing daily have noticed that over the past few weeks I have been silent. People who know me know that that is not in my nature. Before I go my big rant about white trash, I'd like to throw out the following nuggets for your mental digestion:
1-My knee is within 5 degrees of getting full range of motion back. That's amazing. My leg is still weak as hell, but that comes with time and exercise. My surgeon has pulled the plug on my physical therapy and recommends going to pool & gym. I said ok.
2-I start a new job next week. I quit my current one because I was equal parts bored, bitter, confused, and perplexed. My new job has several big things going for it: 20% more money, my own office, flexible hours, good location within DC, it's not a bunch of nazis running it, the job speaks to what I do best. The downside is that I'm going to double (at least) my commute. But... they're flexible on time I need to be there (I was told "be in no later than 11am"). They're of the mindset that if things are getting done, they don't care where you sit. Although it'll be nice to actually have my own fancy new office.
So those are the big things.
White trash.
Why does the collective white trash (and often their international cousins "las basura blanca") think that adding a spoiler to their beater of a car make it look awesome?
Yesterday, en route to Dr. Bendisnap, I was at a stoplight where to my left a gentleman attired in a sweat brown shirt and NASCAR hat was driving and 1985 Ford F-150 or sumsuch thing. The truck was clearly used in a capacity involving driving in the mud and grime. On the rear of his beast, he had affixed a brand new spoiler. It ran up on two fins astride the tailgate and connected horizontally across the top. If ever there were a visual image of lipstick on a pig... aside from actually putting lipstick on a pig... this were it.
"That's the most retarded thing I've ever seen" I thought to myself.
I looked to the other side on my and saw a gentleman who I shall call Fernando who was driving a 1924 Nissan Stanza. Fernando was from El Salvador and loved his Jesus. I determined this by the flag hanging from his rear view mirror and one of the barely decipherable stickers on his primer colored trunk. I didn't know if he loved Jesus of bible lore or perhaps he loved Jesus (Hey Zeus) his neighbor. Maybe there were the same I dunno.
Fernando had also recently affixed a shiny new metallic silver spoiler to the rear of his duct taped together car.
Wow
Do people really think they're fooling anyone with that?
I guess I've never understood the idea of putting a fancy, cosmetic but functionally useless piece of something to a car that looks like crap.
Speaking of cars... I need a name, l-tag for my audi. My SUV (silver) is the Panzer (Z PANZER). The audi is a fast two-seat convertible and I want something that represents that.
Suggestions?