Car Culture

Car Culture is very important, Not Just in General, but to me. Cars bring people together all around the world, it doesn’t matter if you’re rich or your poor, everyone can get into it. It’s not about whether you have a car or can drive, for me the ever booming car culture has done so much for me. It makes others like myself feel like they have a place in this world when many other places may shut their door in our faces. Why do all of these people treasure their cars like family? Why do they show up even if they think their car is the “odd-ball?” What inspires people to make such big investments in which most will never see profit? These things even I do not know. But none the less I can’t help my urge that the aura of a beautiful car or engine pulls me in. Car gatherings have been around since cars came about. The reason is easy to look past because of its simplicity. People meet up because it gives them a feeling of security and it’s a culture that they are a part of. This culture will never shut its door in anyone’s face because anyone can be a part of it. Whether or not you know a thing about a car engine or frame. Car culture is also very important to the teens of America. The car meets keep teens and other people busy at night, the primary time teens tend to get in trouble. Though some do come to street race the street racers never park. They drive around the parking lot, making fun of people’s cars and trying to anger the innocent car enthusiasts (who came to show) to race. After the high desert cruise night was broken up there was a news paper article on it, it was interviewing one of the CHP officers who was part of the break up. He said that we were ALL a bunch of no good racers who are destroying the community and making it a more dangerous place. Because of a select few we all take the loss of our gathering, but we always find a new spot, and no one will ever kill our culture. CHPs decision to shut us down actually backfired on them. It’s very simple really; you have hundreds of car enthusiast, racers, and drivers, who have just been booted from a parking lot. Instead of having us all in one place where CHP can sit and watch us, they flooded us out into the streets on Friday and Saturday nights. I do think this was a bad Idea. Do they think this was the best decision for our and others safety? Do they enjoy a good car chase ending in a 17 year old boy and hit 16 year old girlfriend getting killed and smashed between a cars dashboard. So as we drive for miles and stop at red lights here and there what will we do when we are at a 4 lane intersecting at 11pm with the streets empty, our radar detectors on and our scanners scanning? We race. For cash, for our egos, for adrenaline, for nothing, we race…

So my reputation preceeds me?

Some months ago, myself and a few friends were chatting in school when a person who none of us preferred the company of, let's call him/her Johnny Depp, joined in the conversation.

Exhibit A:

As the conversation flowed, I said some sort of humorous observation and everyone in the group laughed. It wasn't especially funny, but just that sort of funny that you laugh at more for the delivery than the content of the joke. Well, Johnny Depp over there responded with an equally funny joke relating to mine. Mr.Depp's joke was pretty funny and delivered in a humorous way, and I laughed, despite my dislike for cross-dressing pirates. No one else laughed and another person in the group made a snide remark to Johnny.
It occurred to me later that night that un-liked people have a disadvantage of becoming liked. Despite Johnny Depp's legitimately good joke, his reputation amongst this particular group of people was negative, thus, a negative reaction to a rare sign of wit and likeableness.
While a well-liked person has to do little to maintain reputation, a Johnny Depp must go leagues beyond what the average person might have to do to improve his/her reputation. The social playing field is not level.
Of course, this entire argument is based on my assumption that I know what a good joke is, which is entirely objectionable.

A Walk Down Route 66

In the Heart of Victorville, where the struggling meat markets meet Wal-Mart and Costco, lies 7th Street. 7th is the starting point of Route 66. It is a place where i feel a mixture of fear and amazement. I cant believe how far one side of 7th has come, and the other, well, it hasn't changed for the better. It is one of the rare places in the world where on one side, multi million dollar mansions lie and where shacks neighbor them. It is a symbol of imperfection to me and to this world. The businesses are filled with people who need a break from 30Mph speed limits. The mixture of races and classes are everywhere. A place where a broken down 1970's Toyota Corolla is passed by Ferrari's. It is a place where Illegal Immigrants stand on side streets waiting to make a honest buck, and where the rich drop hundred unknowingly. Other than on the street, there is no middle.

I Love My S2k

I Love cars, of all makes and models, i love learning about them. They fascinate me!
I drive a Honda s2000. I have been dumping paycheck after paycheck into it! My list never end. the whole cars shell has been completely replaced with carbon fiber, a fiberglass type material that is stronger than steel but lighter than a feather. But you knew that.. The engine mods are endless and the interior is overwhelming. The car also has great gas mileage, since it is supercharged the air is atomized, further improving my gas mileage. I think i have a problem, more like an addiction! I can never find an end to the things i can do to my baby.

Am I Alone???

Vampire Youth, Raise your Glasses to the Full Moon

Teens of today differ greatly compared to those of earlier days. Though we are different, regarding taste, hobbies, and culture, we share one thing. We are the generation that shocks the old. We are the ones that terrify people from the 70's and 80's. Is it the clothes? Is it the Attitude? Is it the Music? What makes us horrify the Baby Boomers? I don't feel that we are scary or freakish. I feel pretty normal. Do you?