I like Scions. They are kind of quirky, have unbelievable quality for the price, and have an interesting sales structure. The TC is a cool car with a lovely sunroof and a capable FWD chassis from the Toyota Avenis (not sold in the US). It is not a race car. Regardless of that fact, nearly every time I see one it is being piloted by some spikey-haired Asian fellow (not the same one ... at least I don't think so), has a giant asshole muffler, and is weaving uncontrollably in and out of traffic.
I loath Scions. I take it all back. I loath them now because when I see one in my rear view it undoubtedly means someone is trying to live out their Playstation Grand Turismo wet dream at my expense. "Why my expense" you ask? Seemingly these Scion Samurai seem to think a BMW 3-series is part of the same ecosystem/food chain as them and are always trying to race me. I do not for a moment pretend that a 325i is a very fast car. "Quick" is the best I can give it. Regardless, I am not really into street racing and my usual response is to maneuver my car in a way that boxes the little tike in. My feelings about the latest infraction, which occurred on the way into work this morning, and the driver's prowess can be summarized by this haiku:
Giant Exhaust Can
Could it be Asian Thunder?
Limp Ramen Noodle
26 March 2007
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