Monday, January 16, 2017
Bad clothes make the man bad. (NOTE: word of French origin italicized within this blog entry.)
Y'know, I'm a reasonably sane driver. I've never been in an accident that was my fault, and I haven't even had a speeding ticket in years. I was also a professional test driver for a year and a half at the Bendix Proving Grounds in South Bend, Indiana. So I know my sheet. And I drive defensively & sensibly. But I can't help but notice that there are quite a few other drivers who are not so sensible. And I can't help but notice that there is a preponderance of BMWs, Mercedes Benzes, and Lexi in that "not so sensible" group. Which got me to thinking. If this is true, why would it be true? Richer people are worse drivers? That makes no sense whatsoever. But one day I went to a car dealer and test drove a Jaguar. An old one, but a Jaguar nonetheless. I just thought it was something I should do before I died. And you know what? It was so tempting to just push that pedal to the metal and see what it could do. So tempting that I did it, much to the horror of the car salesman. But I didn't do anything too outré. Just, you know, a little unh-unh.
And, of course, therein lies the tale. The people driving those pricier cars . . . and those muscle-cars, and etcetera, etcetera, etcetera . . . drive like jerks because they are even worse at resisting temptation than I am. They are so bad at it that they don't resist temptation damned near every time they get behind the wheel. The car makes the wo/man.
In real life, though, I drive a sensible car . . . a Honda Civic . . . so I am never tempted to outré it.
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