The Idiot Factor By John Paulson (Misc. Tech Section)The Idiot Factor is something almost every nice vehicle owners go through. Whenever you pull into the gas station, stop by the local conveinance store, or whatever you decide to do it's always around. Have I got your attention now? Well I'm sure by now you are all wondering just exactly what is the Idiot Factor.
Have you ever been sitting there filling your vehicle up with gas and the person across the pump from you starts asking you all about it? Sure, we all have. The next thing you know that same inquirous person starts telling you about his or her brothers uncles sisters father's grandfather's friends cousin's car that is so much better than what you have. They begin showing the Idiot Factor almost immediately when they blurt out how they are working on getting this particular car that they plan on making the best thing around. In the Mustang world a few common signs of these Idiots are when they look at you and say hey man, nice 5 oh and your driving a 99 Cobra, or Yo that's a wicked Cobra man and you just happen to be filling your kid sisters v6 vert up with gas. We all try not to laugh about it out loud, but deep down inside we are all saying, "Man if you don't know shit about it then why bother pretending to." as we play it off and say thanks man. It seems that no one can simply give another a compliment without going into some long drawn out made up story, or without telling you how they have or know someone with something better.
Owning a nice car and being noticed for doing so is great. We all like it when we pass a group of people and look in our rear view to watch them all turn around to look at it. When we are sitting at a stop light and the guy next to you misses his signal in the turning lane because he's too busy checking out your ride. These are all examples of how great it is to be privileged enough to own something as nice as our vehicles are. I just cannot understand why those that possess the Idiot Factor simply cannot say hey man nice car, and leave it at that. To me that means a lot more than listening to some boring story while I'm just trying to get gas, a cup of coffee or something along those lines. Every 5 minute trip turns into a fifteen minute extravaganza when these people pin point out your location. You cannot avoid them as they are everywhere, of all shapes, sizes, colors, creeds, and religions.
Another thing that gets under
my skin is the proverbial Fly By. Most of us have seen the movie
Top Gun and are aware of the original meaning of the term. The Fly
By for us performance car owners is a whole different experience.
I'm sure that you have been simply cruising along in your car when all
of a sudden out of nowhere comes greased lightning. This car goes
whizzing by you at the speed of light with all the stickers flapping
in the wind, then proceeds to turn on his flashers as he passes by to make
you even more aware of that fart pipe he has on the back of his mom's Civic.
This is what we all like to call the Fly By. Unfortunately this occurs
a lot more than the accused like to admit. Fly By's are not committed
only by the ricers. Many other drivers out there commit the performance
felony on a daily basis. For example, a few weeks ago I was
traveling from my