God, how I loathe that car. I despise it in every way. Please allow me to elaborate.
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No matter who’s driving, it’s a cop car. Come on, you all know the feeling… you’re getting on the highway and you see a Crown Vic behind you. So what do you do? You slow down far below the speed limit to portray the very image of the safe driver, and in the meantime your stomach knots up, and you’re saying oh please please PLEASE don’t pull me over! Then it pulls up next to you since you’re only doing 35 at this point ,and lo and behold, it’s some bluehair haulin’ ass down the highway, hunched forward intensely focused on the road like Mario at the Brickyard. Finally, you relax, curse to yourself, and get back up to 72-75 mph, and wouldn’t ya know it, that’s when the cop with HIS Crown Vic gets you.
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It’s got a big V-8 in it, and it’s easily the slowest car on the road when you’re in a hurry. It’s an old person car. How many of you 20-30 year olds actually went car shopping for a Crown Vic? OK, maybe one of you, but we won’t count you because you’re mentally deranged. No, it’s for grandma and grandpa, and they drive like they have all the time in the world, which of course they don’t. No, I think there should be a law that all Crown Vics have to stay in the right lane.
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They blow up. Even though I loathe traffic cops, I would never wish death on them. And this overgrown Pinto has killed many of them. Tap it in the back with a ball-peen hammer and they blow sky high. Therefore, I say we put about 300 pounds of armor plate on the back to protect them, thus making the COP cars the slowest on the highway and negating my need to be nervous when I see one of them.
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My car only has a four banger in it. Where’s my big ass V-8? It’s in a car that, due to the driver, cannot exceed 45 MPH with a tailwind. Why can’t I get that in my car so I can lay a 200 foot patch of ass in the parking lot? It’s just not fair!
In conclusion, I absolutely, completely hate that car. That monstrosity should be taken off the road, if only to make the work commute easier. Then I won’t have to have a heart attack, worry about hitting Grandma Moses doing 35 in the fast lane and blowing up her car, and I’ll be ticketless forever.
What a wonderful world that would be.