Mort's Shorts

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Cars, cars, cars. All kinds o’ cars. Car art. Car books. Car races. Car people. Workin’ on cars, thinkin’ ‘bout cars, drivin’ cars, dreamin’ (in the daytime) about cars. Not many movies unless (you see this comin’) it’s “The World’s Fastest Indian”.

I had a toy car in my pocket when I was a little scrub, had a pedal car, identified with cars and guys who were cool in cars and who had girls…had girls, it seemed, maybe, because they had a car. Vacations still have a car theme: a museum or an event, vacations with car pals or car couples, so, you know: All about cars.

Some of them cars you fall in love with, can’t let go; some are kinda OK, transitory, others are simply transportation. And they can react, emote, for you, too. Once in a while one just has strange vibes about it and it does you wrong. Yeah.  ‘Does you wrong in sneaky ways that the Boys don’t see. Dirty tricks, noises that you actually don’t hear but hear about; ya can’t explain why you don’t like this bitchin car…everybody thinks it’s bitchin....but it’s covert shenanigans are between you and it…it got shiftless on you first…an’ yer gonna look fickle when you apparently throw it over ..for no reason. But you know you been had; you’re just reacting to its’ mischief. They are clever rascals, these hot rods. But sometimes you just have to resign yourself that it’s not a fit. Give up. Move on. Upgrade.

There’s lotsa cars out there that look bitchin….and really are bitchin.

Oh, yeah.

It’s About the Upgrade.