I knew I would love this car the moment I saw a bungie cord peeking out of the front grill in the opening scene. Duct tape is for amateurs and girls. Bungie cords are made entirely from testosterone and awesomeness.
You know you’re dealing with great mechanics because their garage is cleaner than your toaster oven, and their hands are cleaner than the fry cook’s at McDonald’s.
We all know a “Hey Tyler” at work. Tyler’s a good guy, but he’s a little slow on the uptake. He’s eager to help, but his eagerness makes him help without thinking about what he’s doing first. Tyler’s honest, and like most honest people, he doesn’t spot dishonesty in others right away, even the prank brand of dishonesty.
Of course if I tried this, my shins would look like James Bond’s bedpost in no time. But these dudes know how to use an axe properly. Knowing is half the battle. The other half is knowing how to sharpen axes. The chopping is just busy work after that.
Dude rocks. Sheetrocks, that is. If you’re unfamiliar with actual men, this is how they behave. They learn by watching and then doing, and then they show others. They take pride in even mundane chores. They are physically fit from useful activity, not going to the gym. They are no-nonsense.
I must have seen a million pictures of the offices where the Internet’s giant companies keep their minions. Keeriste, grow up. They’re all filled with playpens and ball crawls and juice bars and romper rooms. They’re smeared with dreadful primary colors and spangled with motivational posters that wouldn’t motivate a tweeker to shimmy.