Naperville: Land of the Castrated Car.
I shouldn’t pick on Napervile only, there are plenty of west suburban towns that are the same, but Naperville is close to where I work, so I know about this firsthand.
This is a Gwagon. They’re pretty hardcore offroad vehicles, originally designed for military and industrial use. Even the industrial use ones are not cheap, and they are built to be used hard.
This is also a Gwagon. All of the mechanical features of the first one are there, but this one conceals them all under thirty coats of paint.
yesterday I saw a woman chiding the wetbacks at a local carwash for not cleaning the inside of the wheel wells on her Gwagon properly. She had, apparently, driven it in the rain, and mud had spalshed up inside the wheel wells, and she was Not Happy. Didn’t they know that this was a $100,000 car? Couldn’t they be bothered to do their jobs properly? After all the wheel wells were part of the car too, and this is a CAR WASH.
I have a built in inhibition about punching a broad square in the face, but I was hoping that the mexican dude didn’t.
Anyway, this is typical of vehicle owners here- and probably most places where people have that kind of scratch to drop on a car. it’s extremely common to see a beemer or a benz with Armorall on the tires, all the way to the pavement. You can tell by looking at them that none of these cars have ever pulled even a sixteenth of a G, the tires wear actually square to the ground with sharp edges. The Lexus are invariably like this, they all have too much money invested in their rides to ever consider making the tires squeal or anything like that.
I had a co-worker who was a big fan of fast cars. His father was heavily involved in open-whjeel racing, and they all could drive- and i mean DRIVE. he also lived in the area, and he had a very nice car, most of the time, but he DROVE it. His Mercedes Sl class went through tires like teenagers through Clearasil. the Sheetmetal on that benz showed signs of constant repair, it was in the body shop nearly every month- he’d push it a little too hard and kiss a curb, or a parking block, and another $2500 worth of tin would have to be fixed. he was forever fighting traffic tickets, and at one toime he was allowed only to drive back and forth to work. Just going to lunch with him would cause your testicles to retract into your inguinal canal. Even if you were a girl.
I can respect that. I understand that. And only a very few people in town ever drove like that. Probably the world. People buy those cars because they are status symbols, and though they talk a big game about performance and features, most of those cars get traded in at moderate mileage with most of the tread left on their original rubber, and the big, heavy land rovers and Gwagons have never even been on gravel, let alone off pavement.
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It is a hoot. they look down on my poor old blazer as not being as capable but they will not follow me a mile into the timber with a foot of snow on the ground.
pansies
The only time they wind up off the road is when they are laying upside down in the center divider of a 4 lane highway immediately after a snowfall. The astonished yuppie whining about how it was IN 4 wheel drive!
Saw that happen a couple of times in DC after a heavy(4″)snowfall. Used to cackle at them as I tootled past them in my ’88 Merkur, heh.
BWHAHAHA!
Yeah, I know a couple of 4WD owners at work who regularly can’t make it in on days I get there.
In my ’92 Hyundai Accent.
On motorcycles, the bands of unscuffed rubber between the centerline and the sidewall are known as “chicken strips”. (And the replaceable acorn nuts on the bottoms of the footpegs are called “hero blobs”.)
And anybody whose daily driver can’t produce power-on oversteer on demand is a guurrrlll. :p
Lol. More fun when you can do it in an awd truck whose CG is 4′ in the air.
Yah, but they COULD go there – just in case, ya know, if they like, ya know, WANTED to or if it wasn’t so YUCKY and DIRTY and full of BEASTS and PEOPLE WITH NO CULTURE!!!!
Ah, man, I’d love (if someone else was paying insurance and gas) a G-Wagen as a trailer tower and event rig.
And by GOD I would get it muddy, never wash it, and run it as hard as sanity and safety permitted.
We have some of those “asphalt 4 wheel drive vehicles” here in the desert. I think the only reason they lift them and put 35-37’s under them si so that the chrome underneath can be polished while the owner is setting up instead of laying down.
he’d push it a little too hard and kiss a curb, or a parking block, and another $2500 worth of tin would have to be fixed. he was forever fighting traffic tickets, and at one toime he was allowed only to drive back and forth to work. Just going to lunch with him would cause your testicles to retract into your inguinal canal. Even if you were a girl.
I’m not impressed by that kind of driving. If you’re so damned gung-ho to go fast, do it at the track; that’s what it’s for, and there are all kinds of ways to get into racing without spending a lot of money.
He wasn’t the type to do it in populated areas, we were- at that time- surrounded by empty industrial parks , with fresh asphalt. I disaprove of driving like an idiot where there might be kids, but where there clearly are not, I drive like an idiot anytime I can. I would prefer to do it on a track, and this guy did too, and did spend a LOT of time on tracks. And a certain amount of his “Road rash” was accumulated that way, on SCCA tracks.
I’d not heard of ‘chicken strips’ before; I’ll have to pass it on.
There’s no track around here to put the VFR on, if there was I’d do it; to be able to actually push it without worrying about traffic… damn, that’d be nice.
Happiness is a properly engineered highway interchange, or properly radiused and banked curves in twisty mountain roads.
The ones where a proper approach, braking, turn-in and throttle-out are duly rewarded with a well settled suspension, smooth loading and unloading of G forces, and the astonished looks of krautdrivers as they’re massively passed by an old Crown Vic in mid curve, with nary a squeek of rubber.
Given the average driver out there, technique trumps technology, damn near every time.
That said, I don’t stand a chance against a moderately skilled driver in a 911 or such.
Not. A. Chance.
But, he’ll still be cussing at the country club about how hard it was to shake that geezermobile from his six.
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
Og,
“I disaprove of driving like an idiot where there might be kids…”
If you do it at 0300, any kids you run over, you’re probably performing a community service. (But the Kenwood head unit in their hands will scratch your paint when it gets jarred from their grasp by your fender.)
“(But the Kenwood head unit in their hands will scratch your paint when it gets jarred from their grasp by your fender.)”
Point taken.
I remember leaving my old neighborhood at about 0200 once, and screaming out of the entrance to the subdivision to find a cop.
later, at the trial, the judge said “You were doing two and a half times the speed limit. What were you thinking?”