Wasted a few hours today at a car show...the "Texas Heat Wave".
I should have known better.
To go along with the miles and miles of backed-up traffic-which I managed to avoid by using a map (an archaic, crude device which doesn't light up, beep, or interface with a cell phone, thus explaining why 99% of today's population has no clue as to what it is or how to use it), there were hundreds of ricers, lowered mini trucks, and slammed full-size SUV's-which ALL seemed to have mega-thousand watt DVD/amplifier/subwoofer systems, and were all trying to out-thump the others. Sports cars? None. Muscle cars? Very few. Restorations? Uh-uh. Any type of vehicle with an iota of good taste seemed to have been banned from the grounds (I guess the few that I saw snuck in, or something). Not a single Porsche.
Want some 23"(!) chrome rims? Neon washer nozzles? Purple silicone radiator hoses? Maybe a subwoofer the size of your coffetable? This was the place to get it. How about a case of heat exhaustion,

a throbbing headache, and a pervading sense of puzzlement as to what, exactly, is the slightest possible attraction of ANY of these things?
You know, while walking around the parking lot full of garish, freaky expressions of some idiots' ego, bombarded by ear-splitting and chest shaking rap noise (I REFUSE to call that crap music-I've heard train wrecks that sound better), and surrounded by brain-dead teenagers and twenty-somethings who wouldn't know good taste if you hit 'em in the head with it, I came to a saddening conclusion-if this is the future of car enthusiasts and hot rodding, then we might as well shoot ourselves now-hell

can't be any worse than what I went through out there.