Prestovie
03-18-2018, 05:09 PM
-ly addictive.
The only hard drug I’ve ever done my life is driving the ZHP. It’s an exhilarating high that I just have trouble explaining at my AA meetings.
I’ve managed to tone down my addiction to a binge-driving schedule. I have to keep my car behind closed doors in my garage to keep my urge at bay, but for some reason when the sun hits a certain part in the sky and the air temperature rises above 40F in the Midwest, I’m flooded with thoughts and desires about my ZHP. One thing leads to another and I find myself with my garage door opener in one hand and my blasphemous you’re gorgeous, hexagonal key in the other.
I tell people I bought a second car as a “winter beater/new daily,” but that’s just my cover. I only bought another vehicle to hold myself over. It’s like switching from cigarettes to vaping, it’s a trade off of addictions(though they are less comparable to what I suffer).
“How can a car be dangerous? A person makes a car dangerous, a car is just a vehicle.”
I snicker, they’ve obviously never been graced with the sight of an Imola 6MT ZHP with silver BBS CK’s with red center caps.
I feel empathetic, but with a fleeting thought. Now I’m thinking about the ZHP again. I curse them for not being more considerate knowing of my condition.
The courts don’t understand my plea for medical necessity.
Yeah, say that to my 17 speeding tickets in the past four months.
They don’t make “patches” to help people like myself. There’s only one cure: destroy the ZHP. “It’s a garbage option [anyway].”
https://uploads.tapatalk-cdn.com/20180319/7fcedaab2d60fb9b1b914ab0c97762f8.jpg
[please note this is entirely satirical, any offense taken towards anything said addiction related- I apologize, right away]
The only hard drug I’ve ever done my life is driving the ZHP. It’s an exhilarating high that I just have trouble explaining at my AA meetings.
I’ve managed to tone down my addiction to a binge-driving schedule. I have to keep my car behind closed doors in my garage to keep my urge at bay, but for some reason when the sun hits a certain part in the sky and the air temperature rises above 40F in the Midwest, I’m flooded with thoughts and desires about my ZHP. One thing leads to another and I find myself with my garage door opener in one hand and my blasphemous you’re gorgeous, hexagonal key in the other.
I tell people I bought a second car as a “winter beater/new daily,” but that’s just my cover. I only bought another vehicle to hold myself over. It’s like switching from cigarettes to vaping, it’s a trade off of addictions(though they are less comparable to what I suffer).
“How can a car be dangerous? A person makes a car dangerous, a car is just a vehicle.”
I snicker, they’ve obviously never been graced with the sight of an Imola 6MT ZHP with silver BBS CK’s with red center caps.
I feel empathetic, but with a fleeting thought. Now I’m thinking about the ZHP again. I curse them for not being more considerate knowing of my condition.
The courts don’t understand my plea for medical necessity.
Yeah, say that to my 17 speeding tickets in the past four months.
They don’t make “patches” to help people like myself. There’s only one cure: destroy the ZHP. “It’s a garbage option [anyway].”
https://uploads.tapatalk-cdn.com/20180319/7fcedaab2d60fb9b1b914ab0c97762f8.jpg
[please note this is entirely satirical, any offense taken towards anything said addiction related- I apologize, right away]