March 17, 2005
SOB of the Week
Making out in cars has had a long and proud tradition since Americans first learned the hard way the likely results of comin' a-knockin' when a Model T is a-rockin'. Henry Ford said that you could get any color you'd like as long as it was black, but given his well-known feelings on race, I'm pretty sure he didn't tell his daughter that during the "birds and bees talk".
Anyway...
The car has always been a symbol of freedom, and part of the reason is that you can take it to a remote place and eliminate the risk of a parent or roomate walking in on you during those first few sexual experiences.
"Remote" being the operative word there.
I was waking down Q Street in Dupont Circle last night when I heard the sound of a shifting car seat. I turned to see a guy's back, perhaps fixing the seat or looking for dropped change... no, wait, that's not shifting, that's... writhing. There's someone underneath him! He's getting hot and heavy in a Honda with someone on Q Street, NW, corridor from the Metro to points east.
So Horny in the Honda and your partner of unknown gender, thanks for the visuals. Thanks for reminding us of our younger days, and how there are people out there who are either incredibly sexually liberated exhibitionists or complete idiots who don't know where the scenic overlooks on the GW Parkway are. For the sake of the gene pool, let's hope you won't need to trade in your Accord for a minivan any time soon, if you know what I mean.
Posted by rj3 at March 17, 2005 6:08 PM
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Boo Randolph, where's your sense of romance, or at least your sense of "well at least someone's gettin' some"
Posted by: chris at March 18, 2005 10:49 AM