James,
Good lawyers are incredibly aggressive. Perhap in an SUV that part of
their nature shows up. :)
--Pat K
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>From: james creasy <Black94PGT@pacbell.net>
>To: "Kelly, Katie" <kkelly@spss.com>, "John J. Stimson-III"
<john@harlie.idsfa.net>, Lolita and Mike <lomike@earthlink.net>
>Cc: Larrybsp@aol.com, Sethracer@aol.com, ba-autox@autox.team.net
>Subject: Re: SUV explosion - in numbers
>Date: Fri, Feb 22, 2002, 10:28 AM
>
>how revealing!
>
>i rode in an SUV a couple of weekends ago with a two friends and their two 2
>year old sons on a trip to napa. the driver, and owner, of the SUV kept up
>a constant dialogue during the whole trip about how that "f**king driver
>just pulled out in front of me, doesnt he know how to drive", while the
>whole time doing EXACTLY the same thing to other people, and being
>completely oblivious to it. he would curse anyone that passed him, or drove
>too close. he said "i dont like to go around anyone on the freeway", but
>would wait, cursing, a stream of dirty words behind anyone in front of him.
>once a car passed on the right which spurred another stream of complaints.
>it was clear to me he was simultaneously afraid and angered by the cars
>around him.
>
>unlike katie, i did not include myself in these digressions. i let my mind
>float free, watching as if from a distance; unable to believe i was part of
>this awful display.
>
>outside of the SUV, the driver was just another bumbling lawyer dude. maybe
>it really IS the SUVs that makes them drive that way!
>
>-james c
>OSP - Often Steering Plenty
>
>
>----- Original Message -----
>From: "Kelly, Katie" <kkelly@spss.com>
>To: "John J. Stimson-III" <john@harlie.idsfa.net>; "Lolita and Mike"
><lomike@earthlink.net>
>Cc: <Larrybsp@aol.com>; <Sethracer@aol.com>; <ba-autox@autox.team.net>
>Sent: Friday, February 22, 2002 9:58 AM
>Subject: RE: SUV explosion - in numbers
>
>
>> This brings us to the next question: how do you know if a person has, by
>our definition, a "legitimate" use for an SUV? You don't. As far as we know,
>everyone could be off road drivers.
>>
>> Me, I developed my disdain from having met and ridden with SUV drivers.
>They should not be allowed to drive.
>>
>> First example is my good friend and her new groom, when they traded in his
>really nice GTI for an Explorer. She wouldn't drive the GTI, that's why. And
>plus, the Explorer was for the "kids." That they didn't have at that time,
>but they were planning ahead. And we, and this other couple, were all
>sitting around at this alumni swim meet, talking about SUVs, pros and cons.
>You can imagine what side I was on. This was years ago, right at the
>beginning of the SUV trend, when I thought maybe my words could make a
>difference. I talked about statistics and stories I had read, about SUV
>drivers running people off the road and never knowing it due to the quiet
>and solitude of their enlarged metallic wombs. Which they regarded as a
>safety feature. "That's it, safety. That's priority one for me," said
>Daniel. I knew then that I could not win.
>>
>> That was the beginning of my disdain, only the mild beginning, when I got
>to see how these people really tick. Since then, I, too, have been run off
>the road, and I can still hear the cackling.
>>
>> Then, about a year ago, I met up with some high school friends that I had
>not seen since I was fourteen. Marla and Sonya (fake names), ever the grown
>ups now, pulled up to my house in Marla's SUV monster, its name I cannot
>recall, so I'll call it the GMC Subdivision.
>>
>> By now, I had created in my head a clear division between "us" and "them."
>I knew that by getting into that vehicle, that I was crossing over to the
>other side.
>>
>> I sat in the backseat, an unwilling guest, yet I tried to be open minded.
>She was, after all, a childhood friend, and how shallow I would be to hold
>this against her after all of these years.
>>
>> We lumbered down the road towards the restaurant, and I noticed that curbs
>and things really did not matter to her. All that mattered were the people
>in her way, which was everyone. I knew, with just a flick of an ankle, she
>could run them all over. She knew it too, and so did Sonya, and that's why
>they screamed and cursed at all the drivers, warning them of the emanate
>danger, of what could happen if they wronged her, if they blocked her path.
>Our path. I was guilty by association. I wanted to disintegrate.
>>
>> There is something I discovered about Marla, although I had not seen her
>in fifteen years. She was the same person. Good on the inside, and kind, but
>sensitive enough to want to rip off the head of anyone who looked at her
>funny. Stacy was the toughest girl in school. She'd fight boys and win. She
>gave herself tattoos, and would light her hair on fire for fun. She did not
>care what anyone else thought when it came to mutuality and understanding.
>>
>> That is why she drives an GMC Subdivision. This tank is an extension of
>her true self. People hide behind these walls of steel, thinking they are
>impenetrable to the world, that they are superior. They probably run over
>bunnies and laugh.
>>
>> I know she'd run me over if she read this. That's why I changed her name.
>>
>> Katie K.
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