Freak Of The Week: The Patriot

In honor of Memorial Day, I'd like to take a minute to salute the men & women whose unbridled patriotism graces our streets, freeways & parking lots. I'll bet you've seen plenty of bumper stickers– American flags, 911 tributes, even those that boast about family in the military — this is fantastic. Super cool. But can any bumper sticker really compete with this guy?

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I don't think so.  

I mean, his commitment to this country even trumps his need for a side mirror:

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Which I'm pretty sure is illegal, but whatever..  Dents– be damned!  No rims? No problem. This American is undeterred.  He is far more committed to his cans of red, white & blue paint- and his country.

This is what makes America great– individualism, freedom of expression and… freaks.  

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Holy Mother Of Saab

This Mother's Day, I'm appreciating the Motorhead Mamas in my family and how they made me the woman I am today. You see, I come from a long, proud line of sharp- tongued, red-blooded and lead-footed women. My grandmother once drove her pale pink Aries K up onto the sidewalk, proceeded to flatten a stop sign and immediately instructed us in the backseat to "quit your worrying."

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Years later, I witnessed a local police officer telling my mother, "Mrs. Motorhead, I don't have the heart to give you another ticket." In response, she ripped him a new one– reminding him that was her tax dollars (& ticket fees) that "put his kids through college, so he should be grateful!" It's no wonder that when I was first pulled over for speeding, I turned to the poor, unfortunate red-headed fellow and told him I wasn't "going to be ticketed by a Leprechaun." That was a fun afternoon.

Mom wasn't always a such a barrel of monkeys behind the wheel, but everything changed when she traded her '82 Nissan Sentra (what a beauty) for a '86 Saab 900S.

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It was this car that made my mom a terror on the roads, a faithful Saab enthusiast and about 300x happier on a daily basis.  And I was lucky enough to witness this transformation from the right front passenger seat.

It usually started when we'd open the sunroof. In the late 80s, sunroofs weren't common as they are now, so when that sunlight permeated our poor, Vitamin D deficient East Coast foreheads, it was pure elixir.  

Then we'd pop in a cassette tape (if you're under 35–Google it).  Mom's favorite at that time was "Arethra Franklin."  Never mind the fact that the preppy white lady mistook the Queen of Soul for a conduit for semen and urine, because no matter what her name was, she reigned supreme in that 900S.  

One problem was that Mom also had a penchant for applying her cuticle cream while driving.  Now I'm no safety expert, but I'm pretty sure that greasing up a steering wheel is pretty much the last thing your State Farm agent wants to see you doing.  So between the "r-e-s-p-e-c-t" and the slippery handling, there was never a dull moment in that car.  Considering the fact that, at that time, most Connecticut mothers were streaming (if you're over 45, look it up) Simon & Garfunkle and gingerly coasting from one tennis lesson to another– I consider myself completely blessed.  We had a ball in that car and Mom showed me that a car is not only a vehicle of transportation but a vehicle for pure elation.  Thanks, Mom. Happy Mother's Day.

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Dude Or Douchebag: False Advertising

One of my favorite douchebag moves is the guy who plasters with their crappy car with various "racing" stickers.  To me, it's pretty much the same as wearing a padded push up bra: it may work as bait, but isn't your catch going to realize pretty quickly that it was only false advertising? Like this one:

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I don't care how car-illeterate you are, no one is dumb enough to think this beater has anything to do with Toyota racing. But it's so ridiculous, I can't even call you a douchebag. 

Same for Beetle dude. Yup this is a Beetle:

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Congratulations! No amount of yellow paint can make that thing fun over 45mph. 

When it's particularly douchey, is when you're not even respectful of authenticity:

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What's funny is that the M is less than two feet from the real model number.  To ease the pain, I like to envision a bitchy teenager begging her stepfather for an M3 and him saying "Sure Brittney", rolling his eyes and then slapping the M emblem on the 328 as she drives, blissfully unaware, from Beverly Hills BMW. Does that make me a bad person? Whatever.

You know who's a really bad person? Any douchebag who adorns their Prius with Ferrari stickers. So maybe you're a tree-hugging, environmentally-responsible douchebag, but you're a douchebag nonetheless.

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The only time false advertising makes you a Dude is when you're the kind of guy that puts a 911 Porsche engine in a VW bus.  Because there's nothing cooler than doing bong hits behind tinted glass while you're buddy gets you to Burning Man an hour ahead of the other douchebags:

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