Fancy Cars

Friday night, rounding the corner onto my street, I saw a group of car aficionados. Though the restaurant on the corner had a singer, they were blaring tunes from their fancy cars. One reminded me of a tiny disco: blue lights, booming music, and people seeking the attention of others.

In a place where the majority walk and take the bus, this seemed like even more of a ridiculous spectacle than it might at home where I often cringe by how the money for some nineteen-inch rims, for example, would be better spent – on practically anything else, and I don’t mean a new spoiler or window tinting.