Ashphalt Addiction

So, here's some background into my life. What are some my first memories of life as a child? Oh yea, that's right, watching Bigfoot stomping out the competition in the Houston Astrodome while sitting on a stool in my grandparents living room. After that i became obsessed with 'Big Blue Fords' (and i don't mean a cute, oh look he's obsessed with Bigfoot, I mean full-blown, if I had been able to chase down Big Blue Fords on my tricycle I would have). I have worn out more Bigfoot merchandise than I care to remember (thanks mom and dad, I love you). Let me put it to you another way: Pick-up trucks don't look normal to me unless they're sporting 66 inch tall Terra Tires, and have chrome light bars and KC lights. Needless to say my choice in vehicles tends toward the large and retardedly powerful. And watching Titus on DVD has rekindled that part of my soul that is addicted to ashphalt and gasoline (let me tell ya, rehab suuuuucks).

As I watched my old monster truck/truck & tractor pull/mud bog tapes from childhood, that annoying addiction came back. Right now, if someone offered me some high-powered four wheel performance vehicle, I would be gone. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you want to look at it) I'm not mechanically talented enough to build my own street rods and such. I know it's bad when after watching said tapes I automatically want to go try and get my 2-Wheel Drive Ford Ranger stuck in the snow, or enter into a Tuff Truck competition (for those of you reading at home, using 2WD vehicles for this type of activity is an EXTREMELY BAD IDEA).

And I think I've run out of things to rant about so I'm going to go buy some Hot Wheels and feed my addiction with the cheapest vehcles I can think of.