Hummer? You Bought ‘er.

Last fall, a woman in our neighborhood bought an H2. Please realize that my neighborhood is a mix of upper-middle class bobos, working class home owners, and Section 8 housing; but above all it is a crowded neighborhood in a metro area. It’s a great neighborhood. A block south of where we live the homes really start to jump in price, so I’m not surprised that Edna E Mode (I don’t know her real name but her stature reminds me of the designer from “The Incredibles.”) has an H2. It’s also funny that she has to park her steel monstrosity outside on the street, just like all of the apartment dwellers in the neighborhood. So far, so good, right? I should just leave it alone; consider it public art or something. Well, NO, no it’s not alright! I can’t leave this alone.

First, you don’t need that kind of car in the middle of a large urban area. Second, you shouldn’t drive a vehicle if you really need additional steps to climb up to the drivers seat (save large earth moving equipment and emergency vehicles). Third, and this is what really drives me nuts about this gas-guzzling bobo, she doesn’t shovel her walk. Her sidewalk is always an icy mess. BUT, that damn H2 is always clean. How self indulgent is this? I’m sure it’s all justified by some poor interpretation of Ayn Rand. Perhaps if H2s ran on Anne Coulters I’d feel a lot better about this situation. Even at one Coulter a gallon we’d be a better place.