There’s something viscerally thrilling about unashamedly pushing my car to the absolute max and still being passed by everything. It makes me feel connected to the machine itself. Anybody can buy a car that’s at least relatively zippy. On the contrary, you have to intentionally hunt for a car that’s impressively slow, since most modern cars are pretty quick by design.
Although being at the absolute top of the speed totem pole is prohibitively expensive, I can almost guarantee my car is slower than my friends, and I don’t feel bad about boasting about it. “I KNOW my car is slower than yours” feels so good to say.
There’s something viscerally thrilling about unashamedly pushing my car to the absolute max and still being passed by everything. It makes me feel connected to the machine itself. Anybody can buy a car that’s at least relatively zippy. On the contrary, you have to intentionally hunt for a car that’s impressively slow, since most modern cars are pretty quick by design.
Although being at the absolute top of the speed totem pole is prohibitively expensive, I can almost guarantee my car is slower than my friends, and I don’t feel bad about boasting about it. “I KNOW my car is slower than yours” feels so good to say.
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