Bruzilla
Well-Known Member
So I'm driving home from work in the roadrunner yesterday, after taking loads of grief from my co-workers wanting to know why I was in the bird on a Thursday when I had formerly said I was only going to drive the car on weekends (Thursday is close to being the weekend right?), and drive across the Buckman Bridge. As I'm going across, a '67 Mustang comes up next to me. He waves and honks his horn. I wave back and give him a beep-beep on my horn, and he falls in behind me and we cross the three-mile bridge in a lose-trail parade formation. A little mutual respect and admiration shown between brothers of the vintage black top.
Then, I get off the bridge and am driving down RT 17, and two youngsters in Hondas come up on me. Their cars are pretty much typical of the breed... fart can mufflers, rear spoiler, lowered suspension, and huge wheels. They rev up their little fart cans to say "Hi", since I guess they have no idea that's what the horn is for, and then I turn off onto my road without acknowledging their existence.
So here's my deep thought.
Was I a dick for doing this? Granted, I have zero respect for import "racers", but the kids behind the wheel are in effect the same kid I was at their age. The difference is when I was a kid, the muscle and pony cars were the cool cars, and for these kids the imports are the cool cars. I'm thinking I should show these guys a little courtesy... not as much as the guy in the Mustang, but maybe a wave? 
Then, I get off the bridge and am driving down RT 17, and two youngsters in Hondas come up on me. Their cars are pretty much typical of the breed... fart can mufflers, rear spoiler, lowered suspension, and huge wheels. They rev up their little fart cans to say "Hi", since I guess they have no idea that's what the horn is for, and then I turn off onto my road without acknowledging their existence.
So here's my deep thought.