Hey kiddos,
-I was fortunate enough to snap this glorious bit of photographic irony shortly before eating a bacon cheeseburger with egg at an IHOP in San Diego. Mind you, I’m no auto show fixture (I drive a 2001 Passat station wagon), but even a cheesy white guy like me can enjoy this delicious little slice of life… Lets dissect the elements at work here, shall we?
-The DUB sticker. For those of you not familiar with DUB Magazine, it’s a publication dedicated to awesome cars with even MORE awesome wheels. Call them rims, shoes, or a whole laundry list of other names for wheels that people far more “urban” than I thought up. But most importantly, call them “DUBs.” It’s what they named the damned magazine after…
-Take a second… That’s the spare tire, folks. And not even a full-size spare. A do-not-exceed-50 DONUT spare. And it’s been on the car long enough to have dirtied, worn, and gone FLAT. Seriously. Click the pic and view it full-size on Flickr. Them pixels don’t lie.
-To top it off, this sticker/spare combo is on a bone-stock VW Golf. Fair enough. It’s not like I’ve modified or performance-tuned MY portion of Fahrvergnügen, but does one really have to publicly wallow in the fact that they haven’t even come CLOSE to hitting their mark? This is like the morbidly obese mother from “What’s Eating Gilbert Grape” wearing a barbecue sauce stained tent-of-a-t-shirt emblazoned with the solitary word,
“Decathlon.”
-Unless this was done intentionally. In which case, male or female, I want to marry the owner of this car. I love my life.
Love and irony,
=j.lynn
