When I was a teen - all the boys drove mid- to late 80s Camaros, Firebirds, and Mustangs in varying degrees of disintegration. They ran loud, but within the limits of a catalytic converter - for emission regulation purposes. They expressed their blossoming testosterone raging manpower via their stereos.
I recall one particular car that had a speaker behind each seat (in lieu of a back seat) that would make my eyelashes vibrate. What fun...
Subwoofers the size of papasan chairs ripped through the ear drums of a generation.
Then I moved to the country...
Out here, low riding cars just won't do (expecially since the Firebird discontinuation and Camaro hiatus that deprived these budding teens of a bondo-laden Chevy/GMC options...yes, I can be a motor head at times). Out here, it's all about the big trucks and big tires with big tread and big pipes (no emission tests to bog you down).
I live in a community that almost entirely bought into the truck nutz craze.
What? A few of my readers don't know what truck nutz are???
|Those are truck nutz...classy|
Their head and tail lights are tied into the flashing (like a cop's, rather than the traditional blue box on top of a volunteer fireman's truck). It's confusing, alarming...and I think...the newest teen boy pissing contest.
The reason: I've never seen a woman or anyone over 25 with these lights, and the drivers are almost always driving out to the country from the high school area...around 3 or 4 in the afternoon.
Simply put, it's a hazard. Some folks pull over for them...others don't. Those that don't zip past those that are pulled over.
All while I'm just trying to get my Babygirl home from day care.
It needs to be addressed, and makes me long for the days of plastic bull testicles hanging from hitches.