Chick Magnet

I've been told that my car (an STi. Like this without the wrinkles) is a chick magnet. I have not found this to be true (unless you count my predilection towards driving to High School girls' houses and not leaving until they return to school the next morning). In fact, it seems to be more of a young boy magnet (Anonymous_Blogger, is there a way to keep Chris Hansen's team of professionals from finding my site on Google?) since they are the only people still entranced by Need 4 Speedesqe cars.

My car also seems to show a physical affinity towards various other worldly objects, such as Curbs:


The first came when my good friend Handleme and I were driving (read: he was driving) to get some weed. About a QP worth. He was watching some people walking on the sidewalk while driving at about 8 k/hr. The car was being pulled into a curb...

The next was after the first snow in Hamilton last year had turned me into the protagonist of Tokyo Drift. I was kickin some ass through some bank drive through lines when again the magnetic curb took the car. That freak moment of unexplainable physics ran me $650 for a new wheel bearing.

It also pulls in flying objects:


Rocks on the highway for the windshield and foam flip-flops to the mirror (I know, it has to be REALLY magnetic to get a hold of foam, but it's true)

Finally, my car pulls other cars towards it, but mostly when parked:

The rear fender was a good 'ol hit and run at the Bitterroot River Inn in Hamilton. The door crease happened yesterday while I was running a guided trip on the Stillwater river (There is still time this year to get your trip in with Bukkake W&FA. Sign up now!). I didn't notice it when I returned home, but my padre pointed it out and gave me the business card of the guy that did it.

I'm as shocked as you! There are still people these days that will have a free hit and run and actually do the right thing (right thing based off of an efficient societal golden rule method vs. a christian absolute ethics "method")!

Now it is my turn to do the boring ass "right" thing and not try to explain to the insurance company that this hit didn't bend my door, scrape the fender on the other side, crack the windshield, break the mirror, ding the rims on two sides of my car and wear down the snow tires by about 62,000 kilometers.

Bukkake was successful again in its fishing trips though!