let's say you're driving your mitsoobroo gtrx12345 sti on your way to somewhere. up comes another fast car and the two of you end up scrambling for first place. finally one of you ends up triumphant. typical everyday situation isn't it?
okay, now what?
oh sure, you might argue that that stupid little shitbox driver needs to be taught a lesson in manners, or you just want to prove that your lesser car is capable of winning some supercar, or that the little victory is your daily adrenaline intake, just to get your fucking day started.
i used to be one of those aggressive drivers who'd jump on the starboard pedal the first chance i got, until one day someone asked me a question: and then what? and damned if i could come up with an answer to satisfy even myself. lol! the little road disputes here are only won or lost based on how big you think your balls are, both to the other driver and to any potentially camping constable, but now that i remove myself from this stupid little game i realise just how meaningless it all is.
and having the privilege of choosing between two fast cars and an uber lux one only strengthens my point. why shorten the lifespan of my engines just to win some idiot? there's no point trying with those i already know are losers. now when someone ticks me off i'll just relax back into the seat and think of cats sleeping on marshmallows. there's nothing to prove.
and having the privilege of choosing between two fast cars and an uber lux one only strengthens my point. why shorten the lifespan of my engines just to win some idiot? there's no point trying with those i already know are losers. now when someone ticks me off i'll just relax back into the seat and think of cats sleeping on marshmallows. there's nothing to prove.
this could be due to the recent opportunity of driving my dad's car around for a week while he went to china with mom. i'll codename it the tank because that's what it is. it was so big and comfy that i actually wanted every journey to last longer. i just couldn't be bothered with those little street or highway squirts anymore.
or maybe life's catching up with me. at the ripe old age of 28. heh.
of course, i'll still stretch my legs from time to time, and give the cars a workout; they're sports cars after all. but only on an empty road where there's no one to disturb. and i enter no boy-toy challenge.
of course, i'll still stretch my legs from time to time, and give the cars a workout; they're sports cars after all. but only on an empty road where there's no one to disturb. and i enter no boy-toy challenge.
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some sharp-eyed people might discover that i've edited or deleted some old posts. i used to think they all represent parts of a whole, part of me. but that's bullshit. i've deleted those irrelevant posts and pictures that do not contribute to my future.
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