When I say fat people, I am not talking about your average plump, chunky munky, or someone packing a few extra pounds. Don't get sensitive on me yet, dear reader! I am talking about obese-morbidly obese. The kind of people that parents have to stop their little kids from pointing out and asking "Mommy, what happened to THEM?".
And when I see them walking towards an itty-bitty car (like a Mazda Miata, Kia Rio, Ford Fiesta, SMART Cars, etc.) I stop and watch for a second, because it amazes me that they can FIT in such a tiny little vehicle!
But I can't look away there. I like to linger for a moment to see if their weight adds stress to the car and sinks down on the shocks a little bit before I go on my merry way...
Is it normal that I get this entertainment from watching fat people enter itty-bitty automobiles?
And when I see them walking towards an itty-bitty car (like a Mazda Miata, Kia Rio, Ford Fiesta, SMART Cars, etc.) I stop and watch for a second, because it amazes me that they can FIT in such a tiny little vehicle!
But I can't look away there. I like to linger for a moment to see if their weight adds stress to the car and sinks down on the shocks a little bit before I go on my merry way...
Is it normal that I get this entertainment from watching fat people enter itty-bitty automobiles?
Yeah it's normal; it's novel and clownish and who doesn't like watching something large try and fit into something small? (That sounds wrong)
How...
It's funnier to see the women on motorcycles with their thongs out. I don't know whether to thumbs up at a nice ass or thumbs down to her for being an ass.
But with all the shit he created, I still was highly amused at watching him scramble to fit in the back of my car.
How about when you see a large car, like a Lincoln Town Car, or a Caprice, and it's like 2 inches off the ground on one side only, where the fat chick sits, shocks completely blown out. Or the whole back of the car is basically rubbing on the ground, and the tires are rubbing in the wheel wells.
There was this huge fat lady who worked at the town hall, she was one of those who's chunky but semi normal looking up top but her ass is like 4 feet wide (literally). She would sit in this desk chair that was extra wide and when she got up or sat down, she'd have to wedge part of one ass cheek in under one armrest, then do the next side. It was...wow...and there'd be like 1 entire foot length of ass poking out through each of the armrests when she was sitting. She drove a Caprice, it was an unintentional lowrider.
There was a letter to Ann Landers I remember from, jeez, must be about 1993 (I read the paper religiously as a kid...and remember too much shit...and no internet or TV, so the daily paper was like the world to me). Anyway this woman was writing in to ask Ann Landers if it was OK to request that her fat friend pay extra for the carpool because of the extra wear and tear and lower gas mileage she caused. She went on in such detail, accounting for the extra tread loss on her tires and stress on the engine, wear on the seat cushions, it was so detailed and anal. I can't even fathom how long it took this woman to crunch the numbers, probably had to commission NASA to figure this shit out.
The one thing I don't recall was Ann's response, unfortunately.
If Ms. Landers was smart, her answer would have been "yes".
My first vehicle was/is my truck. It's been in the family a long time though.
My (admittedly generic) choice would probably be a '67 mustang, or a '69 charger. Something along those lines. If it was a modern vehicle, I might choose a BMW or something, just because of the precision in which they are made. The new BMW Voltswagons almost look similar to a Porche I think.
Perhaps the fat people thought a small car would make them look smaller.
when i got back home, My brother and i had to replace the passenger tires and fix the frame.