In the past two days, I have seen red-tinted chrome windshield wipers on a Ford Aerostar minivan and Kia with a set of those hubcaps that keep spinning after the car is stopped. It's been a couple weeks since I've seen the Camry with a foot-tall spoiler bolted to the trunk, but it is out there, too.
As I was suppressing nausea over the spinning hubcaps--whoever invented them obviously did not take into consideration that the person in the next lane may be prone to motion sickness--and plotted out a blog entry lamenting the complete lack of consideration these people have in just what car to which they are applying all the chrome and neon, Elie had the good sense to reminde me that our generation is the one who thought it was cool to stick a Rolls Royce hood ornament on a VW Bug. Same idiocity, different day. For a brief period about 10 years ago, I learned to drive on a Mercury Bobcat station wagon which had originally said "Mercury" across the hood, but after some strategic additions from a Chevy Nova and a game of Scrabble, became a tarted-up Pinto whose hood read "No Mercy." We got our car modifications from the junkyard; they buy theirs at Murray's Auto Supply.
The only generation gap is the way each chooses to manifest the genetic imperative to do things that we will look back on in 10 or 15 years and cringe. We may wonder how our parents could have bought into Disco, but we were the ones doing the Macarena at our senior proms.
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