They both struck me as mentally ill. The panting, grunting circles moto-guy was doing in the dirt were disturbing as hell, as was the unhinged laughter of the other guy.
I join OldOgre in wishing I could un-watch it.
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I really donāt care about cars, my car is trash and I like it that way. Years go by and I get more attached to my junk, because it has more and more āāhistoryāā. I dont care about bumps and scratches on my car. I will not buy something āārespectableāā even if I can afford it. I wouldnāt ride a luxury car if it only meant paying more for the same practicality. I donāt care.
I can be a confrontational guy with people that bother me but at the same time I am still rational and level headed. I donāt want to get stabbed by some little nothing. Since I donāt care about bumps and scratches on my car, I would stay safely inside my car and bump into theirs to damage it, and there is no way they would care less about the damage on their car than I would care about the damage on mine. I win.