An American Metaphor

Because I usually end up getting frustrated with the crappy radio stations around here and end up driving around in mostly silence, I think about stuff while I drive. Most of the time its reactive thoughts to what I've seen around me, like the lady with way too much makeup on driving too fast in the parking lot to not let me merge in. Her googly eyes of meanness as she raced past me combined with her clown makeup made me bust out laughing and keep laughing the entire rest of my trip.

And other times I think about things like what message someone sends by the vehicle they drive/ride. Which leads me to thinking about what a particular vehicle or brand might mean.

Which brings me to the reason for this post.