The Analog Wife took her second cruise around in Grimm yesterday. She said that she was searching for the perfect phrase to describe him, but couldn’t put her finger on it after the first trip. She found it yesterday.
“He’s uncivilized and doesn’t care who knows”
I think she nailed it.
Whether it is the deep and resounding ‘badup-dup-dup-dup-dup’ of the exhaust note or that he can drive over just about any parking lot median or the look of fright on the face of that girl in the Honda Accord waiting for her light in the northbound left hand turn lane when we crossed in front of her from the westbound left hand turn lane, the damn vehicle is obnoxious and could care less what anyone thinks.
My only regret is not driving him though Seattle’s ultra-left-wing Capitol Hill and Freemont neighborhoods on Earth Day.
My 1955 Chevy 3200 does the same thing. With the added advantage of getting the “thumbs up” from every truck lovin’ kid that sees it.
Mine’s a ’92 F-150 extended cab. Took me six months to find one in 2WD. Got the somewhat smaller 360 engine, and is set up to tow my 5th wheel trailer. My daily driver is a beat to sh*t ’73 VW Westfalia in Creamsicle Orange. It’s equipped with a 97# Pitbull named Ozzy and NRA and North American Hunting Club stickers. The dog and stickers have given more than one granola cruncher a reality check.
You need bumper stickers. Suggestions:
(1) Nuke a commie for mommie
(2) I brake to shoot varmints
Damn, Kid – that’s about my favorite truck body style of all time, and one of the few vehicles I actually WANT and don’t HAVE. And that’s a damn good pic of Grimm, too.
Nothing says “screw you hiipie-leftist-scum” like a big, old, burbling AMERICAN V-8.
Even if it is a ford…
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My F-150 is a ’95 with a straight six, but my big-bike was a nosebleed-height XR650L and from the seat I was eye-to-eye with most jeep drivers – until I stood up on the pegs and looked down on them. That bike would go anywhere from tight single-track, to lawns, curbs, medians and hedges – my Earthquake Bike.
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