So Sunday I'm out in the driveway building a set of headers for an old Chebby that landed in my driveway. Basically I'm minding my own business when this real methhead lookin' dude an turn of the century 4 wheel chebby rolls up and points out to me that I'm a freak. I made a suggestion of my own and he motored off. Guess it was the piece of exhaust tubeing in my hand, or the rooster hair. Anyway I've been thinking about it and it occures to me that if you don't go down to the local we finance anybody used car lot and buy a suedo romper stomper to drive around in town you're a freak. Hmmmn, " I never really thought of myself as a freak, but I love to freak." Maybe it was a compliment.
freak...now really hes driving a recent chevy and hes callin you a freak? what a loser..he acctually took the time to notice? wow..did he have a girl or buddy in the car? probably tryin to look bad assed or somethin..he he he maybe he dont know it but that girl might just be ridin next to you next week..actin a freak..did he ever think of that?
Maybe with practice and a little luck, you'll be promoted to "super freak". How 'bout a tech post (with pics) to teach the rest of us?
"Hey freak, that's a cute dune buggy!" It was either the meth talking or you are indeed, a freak. The world's full of weirdos, it's just that their brand of weirdo doesn't understand our brand of weirdo.
I was hand-turning a chicken over the charcoal one afternoon when a local drugged-up hippie wandered by. "Hey, man", he says. "Yessir", I reply. He says, "The music has stopped, man, and your monkey's on fire !"
I was approached on the street one day by this lady, she got right in my face and said " I ain't got no time for no two bit double timin time keeper " She walked off and I'm still confused by it even though it was about 16 years ago...lol it's one of those things you never forget....lol
You make it sound like it was an insult or somethin. If they have to ask, they'll never understand, but the sheer audacity of some cookie cutter sheep to the slaughter dumbass to voice his opinion about you as if you give a shit ... what's the world coming to?
I "build" out of my 1 car garage aka mostly in the driveway, on a fairly busy side street. People stop by with the need to comment all the time, I met some cool people that way and a lot of idiots too. My daily driver Dodge Dakota is slammed and flamed and the coolest random comment I ever got was from a lady in her late eighties in a Shoprite parking lot. She said, " that's a really nice flame job. It reminds me of my late husband's '40 Ford. I really miss him and that car". We talked cars for a couple minutes and this woman knew what she was talking about. Her daughter told her it was time to get going and helped her in thier car. If it wasn't for our hobby, we most likely would never talk to half the people we meet driving down our streets or in our travels. Freak on!
When the weirdo's call me a freak I don't worry. When they say they are on the same wave length with me...That's when I get worried.
i live in LA . and i still hear that same shit . being all tattooed and driving an old car .. i just like to express myself this way . i'm actually very concervative person . i'm pretty clean . no drugs , social drinking , no weird fetishes . i preffer my girls... hot and straight . i'm more of a traditionalist . jeans , boots and a greasy hair cut . a few years a go i had nearly the same thing happen. i was at work and this gap/old navy type guy kept calling me a freak . i finally confronted him about being a dirty drug addict piece of shit that has piles of porn and napkins in his car . asked him , who was the freak then ? hahaha..he said that was normal .
Yeah..you don't have a $900 payment on some big truck you don't need, your house is paid for, you drive a car that you can easily work on with parts that you can actually find and buy, you don't have a monkey on your back (well maybe a little squirrel monkey) and your girlfriend cuts your hair..I guess that makes you a freak....
Shit, that means I was raised by freaks, mentored by freaks and married a freak..... and I turned out fine......
Once, back in the 60's, the freakiest acid head I knew told me I was the freakiest guy he knew. I just laughed and told him to quit Bogartin' the joint. Beaner, you just blew him off? I usta know a guy some people thought was a methhead but he actually just had this medical syndrome that made him "twitch". Maybe that was his best attempt at trying to be friendly? After all, lots of us are socially inept terminal introverts and have a hard time making proper-for-the-occasion entrances... check my signature I changed to last week...
If you really want to enjoy a freak show, become a letter carrier I had 14 yrs of daily entertainment not only from freaks, but also the "normal" people, that in my opinion are really not normal
I think your friend in the Chebby was a lucky guy. If it had been me instead of you, I might have wandered over to show him the business end of header tube, aka, ugly stick.
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