Tubasaluki: Quoting music since 2003

So, I went car shopping with my friend Nick today. And while we didn’t purchase anything, it was a good day. Sun was shining, the waitresses at the diner were cute, and my I got to drive my truck around. Thats like a trriple win.

I got to thinking about what defines America. If one had to pick one aspect of culture to demonstrate America, what would it be? Now, the Australians believed that everyone in the USA owns gun. I told them that, “No, thats Texas.” So, guns doesn’t really do it.

Some might say TV, and its tough to argue, but I don’t think its quite the case. I’m going to go with cars.

In America…we heart the automobile. It symbolizes independance. Once you have a car, you can go anywhere, do anything. Its awesome.

Cars also symbolize power. You can sort of tell where someone is in the social ladder by looking at their car. Well, unless there one of those rich kids that has Daddy buy them an SUV with heated leather seats in high school. I was not one of those kids, and to be honest I don’t envy them.

Because, just as cars can tell you about yourself, you also get to tell stories about them. There are a lot of stories about my first truck that I could tell. The day it had to be jumped three times, the games of duct tape tic tac toe played in the back, and of course my truck plays a central role in the infamous formal date story.

Plus, you can look back at the car and remember how much fun you had, and also it gives you an anchor for how far you’ve come. After I become the greatest media mogul that ever lived, own my own continent, and drive something along the lines of this (only more awesome) I can look back at Babe and think “Yup, that was awesome.”

Also, we as Americans do everything in our car. We eat in our cars, we do business in our cars, we even love in our cars. We even watch TV in our cars, which is something I don’t get the point of.

Most of all though, Americans love driving. Its a fun feeling to speed around curves, meander the countryside, roll down the windows and just enjoy the day.

Plus, it beats walking all the way to Carbondale.

Seriously, thats way far.

Its those restless hearts that never mend,

Alan

(the musical signoff has nothing to do with anything, I just like the line)