Nine days of bullshit

Nine day of bullshit, ten miles of bad road. Spend mad time behind the wheel of a clapped out Oldsmobile driving back and forth, forth and back. Why is it I am always rocking some piece of shit domestic automobile? Maybe don’t answer that. We all already know the answer. I’m rep’n No Cash to the fullest. Yeah. And, then some.

Talk of the morning has been student loans and how to bury them. Work for the state for ten years, consolidate ‘em together, flail hard and declare bankruptcy. (I have a classmate, younger than me, whom has already declared a bankruptcy). Good times.

I’ve seen two of those new Chevy Camaros out there on the road in the last few weeks. One was a bright yellow Super Sport. (Update: Link fixed.) Gorgeous. A little over the top for my tastes, but we’ve already established I like ‘em old and ruined. A new model Camaro, no matter how many ponies under the hood, is still too “new” for me. And, yes, it runs on hippy tears.

God damn I like that line. I haven’t yet seen the Ford that sticker adorns, but when I do I know I’ll smile.

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About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

11 thoughts on “Nine days of bullshit

  1. i am married with two kids, i work two jobs and my wife stays at home however she is a talented interior designer without any work. we filed for a bankruptcy with my and her debt combined. when times are good they are good(4k carbon road bikes). when they are bad(old ss mtb and a cruiser)they are bad. you bet we learned our lesson. cards get you in trouble…

  2. Here’s to you Big J for keeping your ego in check and driving an old POS car; my preference too. If you become Big J and Partners (a law firm), will you be going for the new Camaro? My wife schooled at Berkley a couple yrs and she got a huge kick out of the special Noble Laureate parking places; most of them had old POS cars. Those Nobelers had nothing to prove, unlike most insecure americans.

  3. Long live the POS, Big Kitchen. Have you popped the hood on a new car lately? There’s no fucking place to tuck any brats. It’s all plastic and shit. An older Chevy Silverado? You can cook for a block party under that lid. Not in a new car, Kitch. Not even close.

    Anyone want a Subaru for $700?

  4. When is your blog going to be about bicycling and/or alcohol again? Most posts these days have nothing to do with cycling!! All those bicycles in your garage and you’re driving around in an Oldsmobile??
    Shame, bro. Shame, depths of shame.

  5. Keeping your ego in check is riding a bicycle, not driving. If a bicycle is not good enough for you as personal transport, then you’re only as special as every other American behind the wheel, and nothing’s changing for the better.
    The ugliest women in America live in the town I live in now. Need I have more reason to be pissed?? Oh yeah, and everyone, I mean EVERYONE drives, ‘cept me.