part 3

sometimes i get at something without getting to it. so it was with part two. hopefully i'll get to it in part three.

i mentioned stuff about joining a new class of people. back when i bought the saturn, there was much hullabaloo about "the saturn family", though it turned out never to amount to anything. i never got invited to picnics or "events" or anything. with the g35 it seems a little different. i self identify with a family. whenever i see another one on the road i feel like driving up and waving to the driver. "hey! i got one too! i get it now! you must get it also, eh?"

sometimes i feel like it enough that i actually do it.

usually they just think i'm kinda nuts but i'm used to that.

the point is that by purchasing this thingus i now feel that i identify with a larger portion of the general population. this is interesting (to me) because the brand (as i mentioned in part 2) is specifically marketed to snobs, elitists, and rich assholes. but instead of feeling better than everyone, while i drive it, i feel connected to people.

of course, to be honest, when i drive it, i do feel better than some people, but those are generally the same people to whom i felt superior when driving the h2 recovery vehicle. you know, the guys in m3s in the left lane going 20mph. without even talking on their cell phones. the sort of snobbery that i feel while driving is an anti-snobbery: it's "see? i got an expensive car too but i'm not a total asshole like you!"

on the other hand, maybe i am a total asshole: i didn't tip the valet last weekend.

when i got back home i tried to leave the car but it emitted a steady beep. i had no idea what it was and it wouldn't go away. after consulting the owner's manual, i discovered that the valet had switched the headlights from "auto" to "on" and my g35 was warning me not to drain the battery. how nice of her :)

but back to the class thing which i'm still trying to understand.

i think that in my own mind, i'm destroying elitism and classism by creeping unwelcomed into the upper classes. true, my car is at the bottom rung of the luxury line, but it's still no kia. when i drive by a big old lexus, i feel like i'm sending a message: "see, you rich elitist asshole, anyone can drive one of these, it doesn't take blue blood, just a bit of cash".

they're probably thinking the same thing when they see me. i don't mind.