Ok, maybe Idiot is a little harsh. But it certainly isn’t American genius.
This Is Someone’s Daily Driver,
With California plates, nonetheless.
Let’s set the scene. I’m driving through Westwood, a part of LA that is uncharacteristically urban, filled with high-rises and active sidewalks. Westwood is also home to UCLA, so the main thoroughfare is packed with professors in jalopies and foreign students in Ferraris. On this day, I saw something different. On this day, I saw a PT Cruiser:
Who cares, right? Your grandma/dogwalker/weird neighbor/crazy uncle drives a PT Cruiser. Sure, but does your resident eccentric do this:
I didn’t think so. That is the kind of artwork usually reserved for motorhomes with Midwestern plates. I like to think of them as modern cave paintings– man’s lively illustrations that fuel campfire banter. But this ain’t no motorhome.
Now I could go complete snob (my Connecticut roots run deep) and dissect this for its lack of sophistication, poor composition, or artistic integrity, but what’s the point? Instead, I’d rather focus on the fact that this is someone who loves his/her country so much that they feel the need to remind every passerby on Wilshire Blvd. Does that make them an idiot? Hell no. That makes them a patriot, and I think that’s cool. But spending an extra dollar on a PT Cruiser makes them look foolish. A patriotic, PT Cruiser driving American idiot. God bless this wacky, wonderful place.