My self concept changed. Suddenly I was someone who could move anything anywhere. I felt like an animal that had crossed over into a new phylum.
Now I’m someone important to all my friends, and I have new friends. I’m in the club, wherever I go.
Nobody tailgates me. Life is good.
Is that in the same category as racism?
Of course, it's an elective choice, and in that way very different from prejudice founded on appearance. But the incomplete analysis, and the contemptuous reduction of the target's motivations, are in common with racist tropes.
For the UK if you are mad enough to ride on two wheels in our weather you are in the club.
Well, the dirty looks I got every time I belched black smoke on the streets of SF were a given. What I did not expect (or notice previously) was the other truck drivers (however few) there were in San Francisco. It seems I too was inducted into a little club. Whenever I saw another truck there was always a thumbs up, or a "nice truck". Kinda funny when all I got was dirty looks from everyone else.
If you've got visible smoke coming out of a diesel (in any color), something's wrong with the engine.
That's interesting ...
Our ranch truck is a "work truck"[1] - basically a fleet vehicle, colored white, with an 8 foot bed.
I get no vibes at all :)
[1] Silverado 1500 with no options.
Great truck.
Went to surf toyota.com today thinking maybe it's time to get another one, almost exactly the same.
I'm sure rural pickup drivers are lovely folk when you conform to their cultural, racial, and/or lifestyle choices -- that's the point!
But I've never met a Prius driver who felt the need to key or slash a pickup trucks tires, both of things which have sadly happened to my Prius in rural parking lots.
I got a rental car recently and they gave me a bright red pickup because it was the fastest option. I was surprised by the good vibes I got from all the other pickup drivers, lol. It's like I got inducted into a secret club for a day with a lot of waves and thumbs up. A woman went up to my group in a parking lot and said something like "Hell yeah, you guys look like you're having fun."
And I thought, yeah -- I fucking love this. Kinda subverted my perspective on the aesthetics of these trucks and the people who drive them. Led to some self-awareness about how silly the city stereotypes are of such people.