El Camino, beautiful mullet of the automotive world. Business in the front, party in the back, and my latest purchase to circumvent self-examination. When I die, load my coffin in the bed of the royal blue beast and navigate my corpse through city streets with a caravan of mourners in tow, blaring “November Rain” or anything that sounds remotely like Atomic Rooster’s "Death Walks Behind You." Then, dissolve my body in lye and store the brown, syrupy residue in a jar on the kitchen counter until it solidifies.
If you don’t wish you had one of these pulchritudinous machines, you are either:
a) Subconsciously repressing ghastly childhood memories,
b) Devoid of a soul, or
c) In a state of Enlightenment, which is the complete destruction of delusion and the consequent ending of craving and ill will; thus realizing the Second Noble Truth, which states that the direct cause of suffering is desire. Good for you.
