The American dream is wrapped in tan leather

I can assure you straight away; This wont be a dirty post. I apologize to those of you who were looking forward to finally getting som American dirt under your fingernails. The title of this posting was inspired by my first ride as a car owner yesterday. Technically its my boy Flemming who ownes the car but later this week my name will be on the certificate. I shall assume ownership of the mighty American Buick because my superior age gives us access to cheaper insurance. And because the Buick is mine, MINE you hear? We bought the Buick of an US army dude living in the massive military base in Kaneohe. The base is basically a town in itself. It has a Safeway supermarket, two bars (in which plenty of post-traumatic-stress-fist-fighting takes place apparently), and a huge private beach with some of the best surf on the east shore. The guy seemed on the level, although he did have "fight holes" in the walls of his appartment, and two "trained? waddayamean trained?" pitbulls runing around the premises. We were a little concerned because we got the car way to cheap, and when Flemming called me yesterday and said "we didnt get of to such a good start..." I got really worried. Turned out the fuel-line burst the second the car left the base. Fortunately it turned out the guy actually WAS on the level, and came out and fixed the line straight away. Nice. After that Flemmning and I drove around Kailua for a while, reflecting on the similarities between a golden Buick Century with leather interior, and the good ol' United States. Theres someting about the way a Buick is built and the way it drives thats undeniably American. Its pointlessly big. Not so much on the inside as on the outside. So they had to put a massive engine in it. Not that that makes it move very fast, but it does make for a very big car with a very big engine. Just because they can you know? It sails rather than drives. It is the very embodiment of cruising. This car is about comfort and bigness at the expence of practicality and reason. And when you couple that with full tan leather interior that makes the inside of the car seem more like a living room in the Playboy Mansion that a car cabin I feel confident that we are dealing with a significant statement about America. Im not sure exactly what the statement is, but im getting there.

Until next time: Wrrrrrooommm (7 km på literen, suk)