
The other day I went to a rim store to look at some rims for my truck. In my short life I have had about 10 different cars. I have put after market rims on 1 of them. I have always wanted some chrome "shoes" for my whip, but my money was always a little funny.
Well now that I am doing alright, I decided to treat myself to some 20's or 22's for my ride.
I went to several rim stores in the South Dallas and OakCliff area but I did not see what I was looking for. Well I didn't know what I was looking for, I was just looking.
All the stores I went to asked me why did I want to get such "small" rims for my truck since my truck could fit up to 26 inch rims.
I told them that I wanted what I wanted since it was my pocket that was going to be several grand lighter.
Well this experience got me to thinking.....
Why the hell did I want to get fancy rims in the first place?
What was wrong with the rims and tires I already had?
I could not answer myself, so I decided to think on it some more before I made a decision to spend so much of my hard to come by greenery.
I decided to ride around the "hood" for a minute before I made it back to my nice suburban home.
On my drive through the streets of South Dallas and OakCliff, I drove by at least 4 cars that were pulled over by the fuzz. Every one of the cars that were blue-lighted had fancy big rims and tires. Every one of the cars had occupants that looked like they were extras in a 50 cent video.
Again I asked myself, 'Why do you want fancy rims'?
All those cars that I passed by stood out like OCTOMOM at an abortion clinic.
It was like those little boys driving those tricked out whips were yelling as loud they could, 'Look at me Bitches!! Ain't I riding fly? See what not working will do for you? Who needs education when I can drive something that yells out look at me?"
I am not saying that all 4 of those cars had occupants that were doing anything illegal, (that would be racial profiling)but I bet at least 3 of them did. And the only thing that probably caught the attention of the Poo-lice, was those 26 inch rims on a '72 Caprice Classic.
So I decided to keep the rims and tires that were on my truck when I brought it.
No one sees me when I drive through the hood but the people that I want to see me.
I must be getting old.
Or smart.




