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Old cars had push start. Do you folks forget that? Or never knew that old POS rust buckets had push start? Some of them on the floor?
Push start is something to be appreciated? Like I'll experience an orgasmic release from the tyranny of a key when I moan myself into a blissful nirvana when I press a push start? Or maybe it will be the the first time I tried Grey Poupon?
Where do you folks get your drugs? I've driven a very old push button start car. Was it such an incredible convenieince that my mind couldn't deal with the euphoria and to protect my frail psyche from the glamorous wonders of push-start, I've been granted merciful amnesia of the event?
Or do kids think its cool because it's different, and also because it was in a song?
Get a friggin grip on yourselves. Should I start to wax poetic about high-beam switches on the floor, and how you just just don't know what you're missing, the way your foot is soothed by stepping on the switch? For real, this is about a flipping button you push? So you folks get jollies from pushing a button then, and I'm a trogoldyte for not seeing the acme of refinement and good taste melded seamlessly with convenience of a future age?
Sober. Up.
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