tour journal part 1: I-5 drive

tour was fun as fuck. z reno, owens and me just ripping down I-5 like three banshees in the night. we left the friday before memorial day. i got our rental car on priceline.com for real cheap. (i would recommend it.) AND when we got to the car place to pick it up, not only did we skip the huge line since it was pre-paid but we also got upgraded to a killer Impala 'cause they were out of "compact" cars. aux input jack, plush interior, huge trunk. it was nice. $13 a day!
that day we rolled down the 5 hitting multiple burger joints and trying to leach wifi from the parking lots of travel lodges and holiday inns.
i found this interesting scene outside of a wonderful am/pm/arco /a&w root beer deeply co-branded gas station/drive-thru
i can only assume this to be a deeper rural oregon redneck prank. i just imagine all across america people souping up little honda sports cars, putting ugly rims and half ass blue metal fleck candy paint jobs on them, installing bass tubed sound systems to blast some 'pac or e40 (with the inherent irony of this blurry distorted rural white caricature/homage of urban black style) ...and occasionally pissing off their homies enough for their homies to get a bar of soap and accidentally make their rides way more interesting (to me) than they could ever imagine.
the simpleness of their homophobic redneck jock motherfucker efforts, as well as the aura of banality in the air: just sitting there with no one paying it any mind in a parking lot in a little i-5 road side community.it felt too weird and funny on too many levels for me to actually be mad about how obviously fucked up it was. it comes as little surprise that young folk in rural oregon would be extremely homophobic. the rural redneck jock vibe is inherantly extremely homo-erotic, teetering on a level of overtly sexualized preening (of the self as well as the obviously phallic hot-rod) that would rival -if not completely surpass - the primping of the queeny-est of queens.
maybe i'm reading too much into this. maybe i should have just written: ACCIDENTAL POST-MODERN ROB WALMART PARTY VEHICLE CREATED BY HOMOPHOBIC RED NECK PRANKSTERS ON THEIR BUDDY'S NOx-ED OUT, RIMMED-UP, BASS-TUBED HONDA CIVIC.