Monday, September 26, 2016

This is a Community, Dickhead: A Self-Righteous but Truthful Rant

So the other day I was drawn into a ridiculously childish social media disagreement, the details of which I'd honestly prefer to forget.

Still, what good our are embarrassments if not for spectacle? I guess we'll never know, at least in this case, as I went back and deleted all evidence of my participation in said discussion--a bitch move, some might say with a bit of credibility.

Anyway, the subject of this interaction was what I perceive to be an alarming trend towards utter dickishness against fellow car enthusiasts whose only crimes are showing enthusiasm for a car modified by a jerk. A jerk who's obviously not without need for validation, as evidenced by typically constant posting of their car to Instagram, Facebook and forums, usually photographed at a gathering of similarly themed builds at a casual show.

The implication seems to be "look how cool my car is, but don't tell me so or ask me questions about it, because I'm a too-cool-for-school rebel." A real badass who attends community college, works at Verizon, plays Pokemon Go, and lives in the suburbs. Probably.

The deep irony at the crux of the issue is that said individual is almost certainly to have researched their build extensively, basing it heavily upon grueling trial-and-error work documented and shared with other enthusiasts by generous, community-minded pioneers. Car guys, you might call them.

Unless you've developed the mods in question your damnself, with plans to patent or otherwise monetize your graft and ingenuity, there's simply no reason for this type of hostile secrecy and D-baggery other than inflating your own pathetically fragile sense of self at the expense of others. We're not talking about race cars either, so any arguments about maintaining a competitive edge are just nonsense.

I've owned several modified cars over the years, and will readily admit that routine questioning can sometimes be frustrating, especially when you're just trying to get home after a long day at work or busy running hectically scheduled errands. I've always felt obliged to answer polite inquires in kind, however, most likely as a result of being raised by decent human beings.

This is a community, one that simply wouldn't exist were it not for the graciousness of our pioneering grandfathers, uncles, dads and other friendly old guys. They were secure in themselves and felt no need to disrespect their brothers in order to feel like men. They were truly cool--not snotty shitheads with credit card debt, bad attitudes, vape modz and weak characters.

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