So I was down on South Congress at Home Slice Pizza grabbing a pie and downing a few ice cold Coca Cola's. I can't help but notice the sweet 63' Impala parked in front of the joint. I can't help but notice it because it was parked across 3 spots right up front of a popular joint on a popular street on a Saturday night. "Gotta belong to the owner of this place", I figured. Who else would park so dangerously? I got our pizza and popped a squat on the curb, but I kept looking at that 63'. When I was a young man I had a buddy who owned a rag top 61' Impala. The starter was kind of sketchy. You had to crank it over a few times and try to act cool the whole time. But it would eventually start every time. The key to owning that sled was never-stop-cruising. If you stopped you might be there for awhile, so you had to make your stop stop-worthy.
Anyway - I finally see a guy wearing a black fedora and a bowling shirt lean on the 63' and I knew it was his. Nobody leans on another guys ride like that unless he's looking to start something he can finish. I ask the guy if he owns Home Slice. He looks at me like I got three heads. "No, man. I'm just grabbin' a slice."
Of course. You drive around in a sled like this and you park however and where ever you want.
Try parking a Prius like this and you'll have your manhood ripped from you. (Of course if you're driving a Prius your manhood has long since been M.I.A.)