Driving through town yesterday, I was stuck behind an H2. The driver couldn't seem to make up his mind which lane he wanted to be in so he settled for driving down the center of the road, using half of each.
I felt sorry for the guy. Really!
you see, I've developed a strong sense of pity for those who drive such enormous vehicles. I imagine that the people who own these things were once BMOC. Like, 15-20+ years ago. Jocks gone to pot. In an effort to regain some of that "glory days" confidence and bluster, they go out and plunk down a huge chunk o' change on an H2. A vehicle that could easily serve as a home to half the occupants of the local shelter. Plus, it serves as wonderful extensions to their small penises.
So, there I was, stuck behind the guy who couldn't commit to a lane for his huge hunk of metal. Finally, he decided on one. Just in time for a stop light. The man sat there with a smug grin on his face. You could almost hear his thoughts.
"I am so cool! I drive an H2. I'm a bad ass! I so rock, dudette. You want me. I know you do. I can tell just by looking at you." He's nodding to himself the entire time he's looking around to see who's noticing him. That smirk is plastered on his face...until another washed up athlete with a millimeter peter pulls up. In an H2. Same color. A couple extra flourishes at the wheels and the grill. Mr. Smirk is no longer smirking. In fact, he's pouting.
"Too bad, so sad," I think.
"Mom, look! Two of them!" shouts my son.
"Yes, honey. I see them."
"Look! Look, Mom! Here comes another one! WOW! Look at that one!!" he cries.
The third H2 is the same color as the first and has even more chrome accessories and even bigger, flashier wheels. Mr. Smirk and #2 aren't glowering at each other anymore. No. They've focused their anger on the newcomer. The newcomer is just sitting there, smiling away. Feeling superior. Uh huh.
Until a fourth vehicle arrives. My child gasps with utter delight. I shudder.
Not the same color. Nooo....this one's bright with a custom paint job. I don't think there's a name for the color. It's like mother of pearl, changing with every move of one's head. Spinning rims. Fancy ass grill. Bug guards. Three antennas (antennae...whatever.)
Chins to chest, the other three are gaping at the display before them. I can hear the hissing as egos deflate. That sound is overpowered by the shrivelling of their nuts....which is deafening.
"Arrrrgh! What's that sound, Mom?" Little Dude asks.
"That's the sound of having more money than sense, Rex. The sound of wounded pride."
"What?"
"Never mind."
"No, I wanna know what you said."
"I said, 'never let your car - or anything else - serve as a symbol of everything you used to be.' Okay?"
"Sure. I don't want anyone thinking I'm a big baby."
He said it. I didn't.
Posted by DaGoddess at January 18, 2004 02:18 AMAt least post a drink alert. My god, a person could pass a cheese sandwich through their nose.
Posted by: Azygos at January 18, 2004 03:11 AMOh, and why are you up at 2:18 am?
Posted by: Azygos at January 18, 2004 03:12 AMThe H2 is the girly version, narrower and easier to park, with carpet,etc. The Hummer is the chick version, with A/C, upholstery, watertight roof, etc. The HMMV is the man's version, uncomfortable, capable, durable,available with armor and machine guns.
Posted by: Justthisguy at January 18, 2004 03:27 AMI don't remember where I saw it in but shortly after Viagra hit the market a magazine ran a cartoon showing a man sitting in a high-performance car talking on his cell phone. He was saying, "I just paid $75,000 for this car and now you tell me there's a $10 boner pill?"
Posted by: Mike at January 18, 2004 04:07 AMyou are rasing a very smart son there!
Posted by: suzie at January 18, 2004 06:55 AMGood one!
Sad part is that first, a REAL guy would have sold all for a REAL Hummer, an H1!
Second, if we men could afford all these cool toys when we were in our twnties, we'd have gotten it out of our systems by the time we are in our forties and fifties. (Nah!!! Probably not...)
Youth is indeed wasted on the young...
I guess I'll scurry out from under my damp log now and go sit on my 30-foot sailboat and mull over the injustices in the universe...
Dale in Louisiana
Posted by: Dale in Louisiana at January 18, 2004 07:20 AMMy vehicle scoffs at Hummers. Hummers instinctively fear and avoid it, it being marked with the scars of many successful battles, and the decal coup of many conquests: Nor Maaco nor Botox will it endure, no inflatable bags within to needlessly insure, its ability to perform and produce, as it prouldly displays its hood, its prepuce. "Fairer" and "happy" vehicles stand aghast, astounded by its mileage beyond which "it cannot last!", they stammer, their throats choked by its emissions, as these hammer, and sandblast, their way toward survival and thus produce vast, legions of spawn of their own ilk. Yet those so exposed note its resemblance also to silk, and wish to swallow more of this addictive spor, then chasing the tail pipe, demanding more, as it speeds out of sight seeming faster than light, yet vigilent at each hour, more Hummers to devour, in its noble quest, though selfless yet self-possessed, it loves itself the best.
Posted by: Joe at January 18, 2004 08:31 AMHate to be the only one, but I gotta say I love the H2. I liked the original more, but the H2 is sleeker. I am currently turned on by the big/sleek/run over the assholes who oppose me combo.
I actually have an ulterior motive for wanting an H2... nay, any bigass SUV. I like to think that by owning one, somewhere it causes an eco-terrorist to have a coronary event.
I wonder if these H2 drivers realize that all they are driving is a Chevy Tahoe with a Hummer-like shell?
Seriously, go check it out at the Hummer web page, folks.
You can tell just from the intro page they're not the same.
Chevy/GMC Vortec engine, no A Frame suspension...
a side by side comparison of the H1 to the Poseur mobile.
Here's a fun page: FUH2
I haven't been impressed with the H2's since I saw one in a little fender-bender accident outside my work place. It was a 5-10 mph hit; the H2 ran into the back of a dumbass who stopped to parallel park. The front of the H2 crumpled like tin foil. The radiator ruptured and the piece of shit had to be towed away. A Pinto is a tougher vehicle.
As for big vehicles; I drive a 1988 Suburban. I would never have bought such a truck, but I sort of inherited it, and it is better than having a car note. So, I have an EXCUSE for having a big car; I feel I must defend the size of my weewee.
Posted by: Da vid Kilpatrick at January 18, 2004 12:08 PMHummers, H2s etc are pretty rare in Melbourne, what we get is 4WDs taking up the roads. I can see the attraction, but unless you're going off-roading, I don't think you should have one. Especially people with 1. a need to road rage at everyone else or 2. can't recognise the size/width of their own vehicle to be able to drive properly.
Posted by: Rae at January 18, 2004 12:35 PMI think the H2's are kind of cute. But I agree with Dale and Justthisguy, if you want a TRUE Hummer, get an H1 (or an HMMV). The military version is solid as they come but without all the comfort. If you need a big box with comfort, get an Explorer, or a Tahoe, or an Expedition. Insurance is cheaper and the gas milage is better. I think they hold up better in an accident also.
But, if you can't drive it, don't waste your money, and everyone elses patience.
I guess if I wanted to get all macho, my vehicle of choice would be a Peterbilt.
Posted by: SwampWoman at January 18, 2004 02:37 PMI hate Hummers. Any Hummer. If it's not being shot at or shot from, it's just a waste of money and space. There are easier and cheaper ways for you to show off your penis length. There's no reason to buy the PhallusMobile.
Posted by: G-Fry at January 18, 2004 02:58 PMI never seen two side by side let alone four. What a story. :)
Posted by: Martie at January 18, 2004 11:22 PMoh man.. the Ho Train i've mentioned... driven by a kid not much older than 18. bought by his parents. who have also (allegedly) put six (SIX!) transmissions in it. Sounds like a demo derby car. looks like an idiot drives it.
Posted by: pril at January 19, 2004 11:43 AM1. There is a $0.0000000000000001 fee for that Argghhh! You can pay me when the bill gets to $1.00 making change is a pain otherwise.
2. You should ask She Who Will Be Obeyed what I call that custom pearly paint job...
3. I agree about the HMMWV's. I put over 100,000 cross-country miles on one at Fort Irwin when I was an O/C. If you are going to drive one, drive a real one. The rest are for pussies (which mens you literally qualify, LeeAnn!). And yeah, I'm a former jock gone to potbelly. And a retired soldier who's done some thootin' and being shot at.
Me? I want a Dingo armored car. I can get one for about $17K and it will knock the snot out of those H2's.
Posted by: John of Argghhh! at January 20, 2004 11:02 AMDear Goddess:
I agree. I am also suspect of those Avalanche thingies, and automatically run to, "WHAT are you trying to compensate for, punkin' butt?"
Posted by: Scrappy at January 20, 2004 11:48 AMI wonder how many people would own a nice car that cost over $10,000 if they had to pay cash for it.
I'm also not sure how one pays off a car loan when their car gets less than 10 miles to the gallon.
Posted by: sugarmama at January 20, 2004 12:28 PMp.s. I'm not trying to attack anyone for owning a fancy schmancy shiny car, but a 1978 Pinto is more attractive to me than "a car that isn't paid for"
Posted by: sugarmama at January 20, 2004 12:30 PMSugarmama - you'd like us, then. '91 Mazda with 270K - PAID IN FULL. '93 Ford Ranger, 189K - PAID IN FULL, '90 Taurus with 80K PAID IN FULL, '83 Honda Gold Wing, 88K, PAID IN FULL. There is the '91 Motorhome that is not paid in full, but at least since it counts as a vacation home, the interest on that is deductible!
And it ain't gonna change until The Kid is outta college.
Posted by: John of Argghhh! at January 20, 2004 01:04 PMHummers are so common in Miami it's like the city is one big Hummer dealership. I have to admit tho, at first I thought they looked pretty cool. But, in my defense, I've always preferred to drive my dad's 1980-something Ford F150, beat up, well worn and trustworthy. Of course, the "bring photo of boat and motor" tag adds the icing.
Posted by: Val at January 20, 2004 03:13 PM"I imagine that the people who own these things were once BMOC."
You're probably right. Being a former BMOC and a current BMOTB (Big Man on the Block) - I drive a bit subtler, but ever cool, slice of American Pie. My '70 Chevy CST10 1/2 ton short bed turns heads day and night.
Women lust me, men envy me! BMOTB baby!!
Posted by: Gordon the Magnificent at January 21, 2004 09:10 PM