I'll give you a hint: it sounds more badass than it really is.
I'll give you another hint: it's one of these.
If by this point you haven't guessed that cars are the subject of this week's blog, I regrettably have to ask you to leave this blog forever and never return.
Anyway, with terrain and weather hazards, repair work, and terrible other drivers, driving is hard enough as it is, yet (like many of the silly things featured on this blog) it is actually pretty metal when you stop to think about it.
You're in control, and you love the feeling of going fast. So you go faster and faster, speeding down a long strip of rock-hard pavement with a total disregard of the danger that looms ever-nearer. Maybe you pass someone, or take a turn like you're Speed Racer. Now you're just showing off, but damnit, your heart is beating and you feel alive. Thanks to that fancy frontal cortex, you may begin to worry about safety issues and put on your seatbelt. The brutality in this is subtle and not immediately apparent. The seatbelt puts you into a false state of security, making you believe that it will save your life when you need it to. This in turn makes you drive more recklessly, because you think "Well, the belt will save me, so I can be a little more of a dick behind the wheel." Granted, many windshield- and human-bullet-related deaths are avoided by the wearing of seatbelts, but there are some situations where being strapped down can be interpreted as a problem.
Truly, thanatos at it's finest! Nothing says "I need to die" like speeding along a very hard surface in a metal coffin filled with explosive fuel, with other high-speed metal coffins in very close proximity. I swear, it sounds like a videogame...oh, wait.
So you're making yourself into an explosive-packed bullet, but you're still not satisfied? Take a moment and think about how many people are killed because of cars every year, every day, and literally every single minute. There's got to be some positive aspect to all that danger. Wait a minute, yes, there totally is.
Chicks dig cars.
Yep, you read it right. And to be honest, what part of civilization wasn't conceived as a plan to win over the opposite sex? Cars are dangerous death-traps that explode upon impact, sure, but you can totally have sexy car washes.
And in the end, isn't that all that really matters?
P.S.
When I searched for "car" in Google's image search engine, this is the first image that came up.
I don't know how this future-car would work, but it looks totally banging and I felt it was my duty to share this.
Stay metal, friends.
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