Insane people...

This morning, the thermometer in my car was telling me it was 36F while travelling through Mclean on the drive in. I was next to a Shelby 427 AC Cobra. With Antique plates. This weren't no kit car boys and girls, this was an original. The part you may be wondering about is why I've labelled this 'Insane people...', and what you're missing here is that the Cobra is a true roadster. I has no top. It's not an option. This guy was cruising around in 4F above freezing in an open air vehicle. The car was gorgeous though.

I've become jaded about expensive cars since living in NoVA. Lambourghini, Porsche, Ferarri, Astin-Martin...all nice cars. Not that rare here. See 'em all the time. A vintage Cobra though...makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. My BMW's a nice car, and I love driving it, but if I had to pick, gimme the vintage roadster any day of the week. I love those 60's era British cars; they had wonderful lines.

Insane people...

This morning, the thermometer in my car was telling me it was 36F while travelling through Mclean on the drive in. I was next to a Shelby 427 AC Cobra. With Antique plates. This weren't no kit car boys and girls, this was an original. The part you may be wondering about is why I've labelled this 'Insane people...', and what you're missing here is that the Cobra is a true roadster. I has no top. It's not an option. This guy was cruising around in 4F above freezing in an open air vehicle. The car was gorgeous though.

I've become jaded about expensive cars since living in NoVA. Lambourghini, Porsche, Ferarri, Astin-Martin...all nice cars. Not that rare here. See 'em all the time. A vintage Cobra though...makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. My BMW's a nice car, and I love driving it, but if I had to pick, gimme the vintage roadster any day of the week. I love those 60's era British cars; they had wonderful lines.

Insane people...

This morning, the thermometer in my car was telling me it was 36F while travelling through Mclean on the drive in. I was next to a Shelby 427 AC Cobra. With Antique plates. This weren't no kit car boys and girls, this was an original. The part you may be wondering about is why I've labelled this 'Insane people...', and what you're missing here is that the Cobra is a true roadster. I has no top. It's not an option. This guy was cruising around in 4F above freezing in an open air vehicle. The car was gorgeous though.

I've become jaded about expensive cars since living in NoVA. Lambourghini, Porsche, Ferarri, Astin-Martin...all nice cars. Not that rare here. See 'em all the time. A vintage Cobra though...makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. My BMW's a nice car, and I love driving it, but if I had to pick, gimme the vintage roadster any day of the week. I love those 60's era British cars; they had wonderful lines.

This will annoy some of my readers, but it's not personal...

Okay, this is an open letter to all you religious people out there:

Those of us who haven't signed up for your death trip would appreciate if you'd quit fucking the place up while you're here. If you spent more time concerning yourself with being nice, polite, and respectful to the people around you instead of lost in your fevered imaginings of what happens after you're dead, and foisting those fantasies on the rest of us, this would be a much nicer place for all of us. If you can't handle this simple concept, move to Jonestown and drink the fucking cool-aid already, but leave the rest of us alone. I'm sure your servitude to the invisible man is personally gratifying, and hey, I'm glad you're enjoying it. Keep it to yourself. Those of us among you who actually use our brains aren't going to be convinced, and when you're done pissing us off by insulting our faculties, we're no longer going to get along because you can't handle being around people who don't share your world view.

Piss off,

Jamie

This will annoy some of my readers, but it's not personal...

Okay, this is an open letter to all you religious people out there:

Those of us who haven't signed up for your death trip would appreciate if you'd quit fucking the place up while you're here. If you spent more time concerning yourself with being nice, polite, and respectful to the people around you instead of lost in your fevered imaginings of what happens after you're dead, and foisting those fantasies on the rest of us, this would be a much nicer place for all of us. If you can't handle this simple concept, move to Jonestown and drink the fucking cool-aid already, but leave the rest of us alone. I'm sure your servitude to the invisible man is personally gratifying, and hey, I'm glad you're enjoying it. Keep it to yourself. Those of us among you who actually use our brains aren't going to be convinced, and when you're done pissing us off by insulting our faculties, we're no longer going to get along because you can't handle being around people who don't share your world view.

Piss off,

Jamie

This will annoy some of my readers, but it's not personal...

Okay, this is an open letter to all you religious people out there:

Those of us who haven't signed up for your death trip would appreciate if you'd quit fucking the place up while you're here. If you spent more time concerning yourself with being nice, polite, and respectful to the people around you instead of lost in your fevered imaginings of what happens after you're dead, and foisting those fantasies on the rest of us, this would be a much nicer place for all of us. If you can't handle this simple concept, move to Jonestown and drink the fucking cool-aid already, but leave the rest of us alone. I'm sure your servitude to the invisible man is personally gratifying, and hey, I'm glad you're enjoying it. Keep it to yourself. Those of us among you who actually use our brains aren't going to be convinced, and when you're done pissing us off by insulting our faculties, we're no longer going to get along because you can't handle being around people who don't share your world view.

Piss off,

Jamie