On my way to work this morning, a white Saleen Mustang passed me at a rather quick clip – a pace, I might add, that exceeded the flow of traffic by at least 20 mph. After passing, it managed to weave itself, quite jerkily, through the cars ahead of me. I thought to myself, man, that car can’t be more than a foot or two from these other cars. The d-bag!
This observance spurned additional thought shortly thereafter. The thought was, does the car make the driver?
I think it can. But it doesn’t have to. In this particular case, it did.
Think about it. You buy a sports car for a reason. Well, reasons plural. One, you value its flashiness, its status symbol, its ability to turn heads. Two, you like to go fast. And this Saleen is no exception.
Here’s how it goes:
- You buy fast, flashy car.
- You want to drive car because a) it goes fast, and b) it draws attention to you
- You encounter slower traffic than is proper for such a fast, flashy car
- You think, god, I must drive fast or else I’m not going to get proper use out of my fast, flashy car
- You drive fast, cutting in and out of traffic
- You annoy
- You pester
- You are called a d-bag
- You drive faster, your tires kicking up dust
- You get distracted by the reflection of your fast, flashy car on the side of the building
- You plow headfirst into a street light
- You go into cardiac arrest
- You die
- Your fast, flashy car is turned into scrap metal
- Your scrap metal is urinated on by the yard dog
- Your scrap metal is eventually turned into some hippie sculptor’s wet dream
Okay, that is harsh. And a bit unfair. But the point is salient. What do you think? Do you think the car makes the driver?