I drove a pick up truck for the first time in my life today. It was a mid or early 90's SLS, which belongs to one of my dad's coworkers. It didn't have a radio, but if there was one I'm pretty sure it would be blasting some mexican music of some kind, it only makes sense. It disturbed me how much I liked that truck. Of course it was all beat up, you could see the seat padding, the dashboard was more scratched than a record owned by a dj with parkingson's, roll up windows, and the kind of mirrors you have to adjust by hand (gasp!). I was thinking, how long would it take for me to get caught if I stole the thing? Well, not steal, joyride. How long could I joyride it? Which sounds like something I've said about a fat chick. How far could I go? I had like 20 bucks on me and it was 3/4 full. Then I started to think, I could probably go further if I switched the plates with some other car, but I'm pretty sure that's crossing the line from joyriding to auto theft. THEN I started to think of where, where would I go? No clue. Somewhere. Then I thought, well what the hell, this thing doesn't have a radio, how am I suppose to go on an illegal road trip to nowhere with nary a classic rock station? Fuck it.
Ha ha
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