…but when I do, I find it impossible to note that irony abounds. Take this proud automobile owner, for example.
First of all, isn’t Daewoo best known for making low-end boom boxes and other questionable electronic devices?
Isn’t the company’s chairman in prison for embezzling something like $41 billion from shareholders?
And how about the boss of their northern brethren, the short guy with the baggy pajamas and funny hair rug struggling to create a nuclear fruitcake-sized bomb intended to threaten our sovereign nation?
That being said, what the hell is a “Leganza” anyway? A Legendary Lasagna? What the @#*% were they thinking?!
I mean, I know we are running out of natural resources faster than blood spewing from a stuck pig at a summertime pork-fest. The only thing bleeding faster is cutting edge names for new automobiles, but I thought we’d pretty much bailed after “Pinto”, and that was 1972.
Finally, we rolled over and just started punching in letters and numbers like SX5… Whoa! That is SO cool! It sounds like a fighter jet!!!
But to get a vanity plate for your Daewoo Leganza and label it “SWWWEET”, well, I’m sorry, sir, that’s just wrong. I ask, what else in your life are you over-hyping?
The good news was that I was on my way to enjoy a simple family dinner with my amazing daughter and son, both of
whom I swear were crawling around on the floor just ten minutes ago, biting my ankles. Visual evidence proves otherwise.
We enjoyed a fantastic meal of chicken, black beans and rice as well as a spirited debate over the presidential election… Obama – 2, I don’t know – 1.
On my way home, at 9:30 or so, I had the pleasure of driving down an amazingly open I-85 with wonderful abandon.
Normally the average commute speed in Atlanta is somewhere below the progress of a calcifying elbow joint, but with free lanes in front of me, I caught myself being passed by a Hummer H3 (great car name, by the way) as I crossed beneath the vaunted “Spaghetti Junction” at a tad under 94 miles per hour.
Whoa, big guy! Life moves way too fast all by itself… No need to push it yourself.
So I backed off, eased over to the right lane and settled back to enjoy the balance of the evening, scanning vehicles for the stupidest names.
As my new found friend would say, “SWWWEET!”
Posted in Humor, Social Commentary, Uncategorized | Tags: ankle-biting, beans, car names, Daewoo, rice, SWWWEET
