|Subject: Rat Bastards
Date: Mon, 18 Aug 1997 11:16:06 -0700
From: "Jonathan Bush" <email@example.com>
>>Scott Brylow wrote:
I should clarify. The cars reflect the owners.
They are ALL rat bastards when they: Are driven by skate/surf punks who think their stock little 1600/2002 (with various gear bolted to the roof and several 165/70 tires falling off) can outrun me to the top of Tam and don't get out of my way even when I politely flash and then have to pass them on the limited straights; Are owned by cute and darlin' little high school shits who are just pissed 'cause daddy didn't get them a 318ti and then decide to enforce my mother's beliefs that all Bimmer drivers are jerks by cutting me off and then slamming on the brakes and generally drive the pooh out of the poor car; Are driven by people who run up my bumper with their brights and driving lamps set on Sun-Mode when I'm travelling at 80mph in broad daylight in the middle lane on an empty highway and flash me, then they are definitely rat bastards, the whole lot of them.
When they are loved and cherished and cared for by car-people (and it doesn't really matter what they look like), then none of them are. When the unbelievably attractive women in my town that always keep their cars clean and have dirt under their finger nails and Q-tips in their pockets to prove it drive around and are proud of their cars, then none of them are. When they are owned by people who just like the car, and try to keep it up and are happy to be driving something that isn't a God-forsaken Camry and don't neccesarily care that it's a BMW, then they are certainly not rat bastards.
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