Dear Touching the Bro,
With the recent heartbreaking loss at the superbowl, I've decided to spend more time pondering the important things in life. Blower pow days on the pass, how to blow up Mt Oliver, never seeing the damned sun again, and KITT v Countach. I have a different take on the whole sick car debate. Well actually I found a car that I think is way better than KITT and the Countach. Check it out, bro:
BROS!
This thing will Bro your mind!
Introducing...
The 2008 Gallardo Superleggera...
Bros...
Goodbye Countach
Goodbye Kitt
Hello Gallarbro!
-anonymous reader
Obviously this poor reader has been traumatized by the loss of his team at the Superbowl. Here's to healing, Bro!
Let's hear from all you readers out there about your thoughts on how the Gallardo stacks up against the heavy hitting KITT and the sleek and classic Countach.
9 comments:
The bull has been raging wilder than ever this past year. The 2008 Lamborghini Gallardo Superleggera leans dangerously over the edge of insanity--this thing could really jump it's beef off of that sweet kicker on top of Telemark bowl. But what I'd really like to see is a similar model that ditches a differential and goes to rear-drive, and bolts to it a six-speed stick. That would be my Lamborghini dream... bro.
not exactly sure what senor wister was talking about, but i will admit it sounds gnar-gnar. In other news, a friend of mine is coming from the east coast to visit, and he innocently asked, "so how is the snow out there anyway?" Although i do pride myself in having an extensive vocabulary, as a neophyte bro, i was unable to adaquately express the sickness that has been this winter. Bros, i need some help...
Sorry rebro, words fail us all.
I would like to address the question of the sick ride: Let's not lose sight of what's really important here. It doesn't matter what you drive as long as you've got the right bumper stickers.
Here are my recommendations (some of these probably don't exist... TTB, can you help?): "Visit the White Room," "Huckabee for President," "That's What She Said," "Shralptown, USA," "Hot Dog!" "Huck More Meat," "Your Mom Skis Oliver," "My other car is a Countach," and Of Course "Your Mom Touches the Bro."
And possibly more importantly, what to avoid... Anything that advertises a ski resort in Vermont is OUT. "I Brake for Hobbits" reveals information that you should try to keep secret. Any bumper sticker that participates in the Ford vs. Chevy debate, however tempting it might seem, would be in poor taste on a Subaru OR a Lamborghini and mark you as a definite poser. I would be happy to pre-screen stickers for any bro out there before you rashly peel off the backing and do something you could seriously regret, such as "So Many Books, So Little Time!"
Hey Prof - Easy on the VT stickers bro. Some of us eventually leave the land of sickness and all things ripper and try to make a life based in um... reality.
By all means, enjoy your sick, sick, sick terrain and frickin' piles and piles of snow. OBVIOUSLY it's the best skiing in the known universe. Capping on VT skiing and skiers just makes you look um... lame.
Plus you haven't really skied till you've ripped 2 inches of dust on crust at an abandoned 60's era ski resort in Vermont. SICK!
I know we are supposed to leave the aggression at the door to the white room, but come on--the east coast sucks!! I know I grew up there. Schralptown does not exist anywhere near VT and to even suggest so is ludacris. Fuck reality, I want powder , cheap beer and a lifestyle that is loosely (i.e. exactly) based on Hot Dog the Movie. Never give up on the dream.
R.R, I couldn't agree more. Bros don't live in reality. Your mom lives in reality.
that car looks pretty cool . . .
i think my mind was broed
Yo Prof-Aw,
Yeah, my mom does live in the east, North Carolina to be exact. And I would imagine that eventually the mother of your children (after the cheap PBer's dull your senses and your pull-out turns into a push-in) will eventually haul your ass back to the east coast too. At least we don't have to watch as every last acre of our precious wildness and countryside get's gobbled up by golf courses, a bigger-better Broulims, an eco-subdivision and the strip-mall of the minute. Enjoy it while it lasts...bros.
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