It was the kind of truck that would make America proud. A doubled sized Chevrolet ripped through the intersection, tearing a sharp right through a fleeting yellow light that left the rest of us lowly motorists in a cloud of dust. It was such a glorious display of true patriotism with an American flag bug shield, giant rear window mural of the stoic bald eagle, and pissed off bumper stickers. I had to bite my lip and solute just to hold back the tears threatening to gush out at such a monumental symbol of American strength, fortitude, liberty and justice for all to all to be in aw.
Actually, it was a rather obnoxious encounter as a driver pulled into oncoming traffic. That wasn’t the main annoyance however. It was the over stimulating and foreign made accessories, made to show some form nationalism and attitude that says “I own the road,” that was the nuisance. One has to wonder the goal of the expression. Is it really meant to strike those sentiments in people passing by? It rather appears to be the manifestations of Hubris.
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