Boyracers at petrol stations

Brendan Bendar wrote: »

So a bunch of folk who don't enthuse about as you say"boy racers " your opinion are a bunch of old folks on a bus moaning a ringing Duffy?

To not "enthuse" is one thing, being "down with this sort of thing" is another. And yes in among the extremely understandable "WTF are these muppets doing doughnuts at 3 in the morning" opinions, we also have the "I don't understand this, therefore it must be wrong and I will condescend and whinge about it" opinions. I have found whinging almost always follows condescension. In place of wit and debate it is the easy route to take. Which is perfectly grand for what it is, but it's hardly surprising others will read that, push back and think quite logically "out of touch/humourless killjoys/were they ever young?". After that it's also hardly an unsurprising leap to Joe Duffy callers.

The age thing seems to be another thing boiling your spuds. I seem to recall - though my memory such as it is.. - that you're younger than me. Ok… Dunno what to do with that TBH.

People are entitled to their opinion,

No? Really? :eek: Well I never… You don't say. Must have missed that memo. Oh wait… nope... I didn't. That you go full fail on missing the irony of this statement and railing agin opposing opinion says much. Bless.

Ohbethehokey wrote: »

Lame

Oscar Wilde will hardly be troubled in his Parisian resting place with that retort. Is your pony limping, or are you aping an American loan word?

Widdershins wrote: »

I have a really nice daily driver and a couple of classic cars.

Nice. *thumbsup* OK you have your classics and god knows how many dopey Jeremy Clarkson types might think of you as a flat cap wearing old fart addicted to breaking down. In winter. And how daft would they be? Very. That's the thing W, your "Boyracer" of today is much more likely to be the classic car nutter like yourself of tomorrow. Both of you breath exhaust fumes like it's ambrosia and blood sacrifice chickens to ward off the tinworm. You are both cut from the same cloth.

Why would I be jealous of a subaru impreza?

Again, cast your mind back W. I'm quite sure there were people flipping out about guys and gals whizzing about in MG T's and those treacherous Austin Healeys. Actually no quite about it, there were. Letters to the Times and such. And Oh My God, those RS Escorts and Alfa Spiders were the very devil in metal. See what I mean? The Scooby Impreza/Mitzi Evo/Civic Type R/etc are the Austin Healey of another generation. And rightfully so.