Our institutions are takin' it in the ass.....one of them .....literally.
Soon, like now, illegal will not be illegal.
There is no BEWB (Blue-eyed Whiteboy Network).
English is a second language.
And there is no BEWB (Blue-eyed Whiteboy Network).
We pay for entertainment and –on our nickel – public policy opinions are expressed by those who were hired to sing or dance or pretend they're some president or something....ever think THAT might make a guy....want to be president although he once pretended to be a cool hot rodder and never wanted to become that?????? Watch for that one.
And did we mention there is no BEWB (Blue-eyed Whiteboy Network).
Pig-like deviants get in this country to blow us up and certain interpretations of civil liberties are so narrow we can't tattle on the obvious mischief when we see it.
And I have no control or influence...at the poles or anywhere else....it seems....over any of it. Apparently the constitution works better for the ACLU. It sure doesn't work for citizens who have an interest in enforcing existing law.
But this is HOPUPLAND. And we got some clout here, right, Boys?
It may be a tiny microcosmic look at society but, ya know what? We gotta take a stand somewhere.
We refuse to let neuvos screw up definitions and ultimately corrupt tradition in this pastime. So...as you know...we vow to call bullshit when we hear mutations of long-established nomenclature in this field.
Gee. We may lose a fan..then we'd be down to 18...OK.
It isn't just young guys, either. There are older, prosperous guys who 'finally' gave in to the hot rod thing, but didn't have the pleasure of growing up in it poor, and, have grabbed a higher rung than a poor guy would...and who have no founding in tradition, so move in...... all authoritative-like and......are likely to have it balled up. Even though no amount of "Well, ya gotta start with Montgomery's books" can plug the hole in the hull of their ship, they will look at you - with your un-flashy but sinister and soulful car - and feel quite superior.
It's the way that is and it's the way it has always been since Boomers got old (prosperous) enough to buy in.
Now, we (not the aforementioned) in special cases, because of history, provenance, et.al. have the honor of being included at Concourse around the country, and the best of what we got gets to sneak in at Pebble, Hershey, Meadowbrook and Newport Beach...and...............well, no.....no, right here......in Newport Beach.......... where we are.............the big concourse, right here in RIVER CITY ....lets cruise night cars in, pretty much carte blanche. Typical moderne glass roadsters. Unremarkable restorods .. . Streetrodded anythings.......all generally undistinguishable from the donut shop fleet. Most of them would go un-noticed in the parking lot of the damn show.
How are those of us who want the best of our iron (the cream...... original iron with provenance) to make it into the dreaded big-car shows, going to make a case for it when faux roadster-replica-common-rods are diluting what might otherwise have made something good out of an opportunity to run the 'best' of what we got along with the 'best' of what they got????
This "Y'all come" discredits the best of ours (of which there is seldom an example) and reinforces what it is that the big car people have on us. If they are sharp enough to know what's the best in classics, they will dang sure be sharp enough to recognize mediocrity in rods or customs.
If you're going to have rods or customs in a concourse de elegance...shouldn't they be the best of the best...as in all other genre of the event? Shouldn't they be the (forgive me for this, Lord) classics from our beat?
And then, again, like we said last month, you could just say, "Who cares?", and get with the 18 other cats what really got in goin' on and not worry about the mugs on the high-end. Isn't that what traditional hot rodders did and .....do?
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