Driving fast is way too celebrated in our culture. It’s much more impressive to drive slow with style. There should be a race, really do it anywhere, lay out a 10 mile path through whatever city you can, passing as many parks and bus stops and chicken spots (whole pieces, not tenders), and you have 50 people who are the judges, who just sit at 50 spots along that path, on benches, in the park, picking at chicken thighs at a picnic table, and whenever a competitor drives by, each judge in their specific location rates them on a 1 to 10 scale on how loungin’ they are driving past… the look of the car, how fast they’re going, the music they’re playing, the whole aesthetic of a cruising past car. Then those 50 judges’ 1 through 10 points get added, and it’s not a race, in fact maybe you even dock points from competitors who pass all 50 judges too fast, and the highest score you could get is 500. And you call it the Lounger 500 or Slowroller 500 or whatever the fuck clever title you wanna give it wherever you organize such a thing. That’s a race I’d love to see because it’s racing towards something that makes a whole lot more sense to me than getting somewhere really fast. I’m in no hurry, at least not if I’m living right.
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