Water Under the Bridge

My Old School Dad who is wound like a Titleist 90 compression tour ball with a compound cover goes to another level when piloting his car. He flat out goes into a rage it is amazing. He just loses it. Okay, some observations: he is much more prone to rage when driving an American made automobile like the Pontiac Grand AM (yes the one from the Dad's back is out post). His newest car a four or eight year old Audi A4 (the choice of 14 year old figure skaters, hootchies and budget conscientious Italian men) does seem to relax him a bit. Here is my theory on the car manufacturer to rage ratio. The Pontiac Grand AM most likely has either a chemical that leaches from the real imitation naugahyde seats, dash and console or schmegma from the faux velour seats that rattles his brain's rationalization center. The result in effect opens up the NC17 portion of his subconscious and converts its contents to language before transmitting it out of his mouth as traffic events happen. Sort of a...