By MYLO ERICKSON
One thing I get tired of hearing is, “What kind of car you drive, bro?”
Now I’m flattered you’re showing interest in what I bring to the table, but that is one thing I truly do not care about.
I don’t give a damn about cars. As long as the thing can get me from point A to point B, that is good enough for me.
If someone is going to judge me based on the type of car I drive, to hell with them.
When I hear people talk about their cars, they may as well be speaking a foreign language.
I know that cars are supposed to be a guy thing. If you are a true man, you at least have an interest.
That wasn’t the case with me. My memories of trying to work on cars with my dad involved cursing and beer.
One time I had to drive my dad to the store to pick up another six-pack of beer just so he could finish working on his car.
Another thing that gets to me is that car people don’t consider themselves nerds.
I’ll inform you guys now: You are, and will always be, nerds, geeks or dweebs — whichever term you prefer.
Let’s examine the similarities between car people and gamers.
Gamers have guide and instruction books, car people have instruction manuals and guide books. Games and cars both have collectors’ editions, and they both have expansions.
Obsession with cars just doesn’t make sense to me. People try to make their car look awesome, but for months they leave it that beautiful primer color.
Or they add the exhaust that makes their car sound like a little motorcycle. Don’t get me started on those sporty motorcycles. They are nothing but overpriced vibrators.
Back to the main subject: I understand that different hobbies exist because people like different things. I just can’t stand that most car people think they are better than the other nerd classifications.
Just own up to it and let your geek flag fly.