The Kjaorn Supremacy

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Delving deep into my mind's eye in an attempt to paint a picture of the type of person who might push an '85 Volkwagon Cabriolet, I picture a youthful and free-spirited young woman who probably rocks leg warmers and a side ponytail. She listens to Bon Jovi cranked to 11 as she rolls top down through her local streets and aves. BUT, dear friends, this is hardly the reality - as I learned yesterday.

While approaching a stop sign on my way to the local Blockbuster I happened upon one of the finer existing examples of a mid 80's Volkswagen Golf Cabriolet. As I rolled to a stop I noticed the 40 something, mullet rocking, burnout looking at me in his rearview. I stared back, and began a telepathic dialogue with him that went something like this:

Me: Hey, sweet Cabrio, bro.

40 something burnout: Shes my baby. Bought her brand spankin' new off the show room floor back in '85.

Me: That was kinda the pinnacle of your life, huh?

40 something burnout: Yeah.

Me: Sorry.