Elemental Rocket Science

So yesterday on my drive home (ya I cracked my card key so I lost my bus pass and got it replaced today.) I see this car driving with a license plate bracket that says AreoJet... It is rocket science.

OK so the guy driving has an issue with his own intellectual prowess, but lets set that aside for a sec. He is driving one of arguably the top five ugliest cars available new today. The Honda Element. Should be called the Honda Homely. Its a big box on wheels. Like the Honda engineers sat around and let their 5 year olds draw "cars" and then gave it 2' of clearance, tinted glass and said "go". The tinted glass is because the driver will be at some point (probably after the narcotics wear off) embarrassed over his or her choice of vehicle. Ok I said his or her to be gender sensitive but lets face no woman has that kind of bad taste so it will always be a him.

OK so its a big box. Lets get back to rocket science. He (yes we covered the gender specificness of this particular driver) apparently either works on rockets or would like everyone on the road to think he works on rockets. He must understand wind resistance. You know drag. Aerodynamics. He bought a fucking cube on wheels. It is so much a cube that in later models Ralph Nader will force them to put pads on the corners so random 7 foot NBA players don't catch themselves in the eye on the thing.

So we can conclude that if this guy (and I stress IF) is in fact a rocket scientist then my sorry ass is staying on the ground where it belongs. Especially if the rocket in question looks like it was designed by a 5 year old in a Crayola "Sea Green" crayon.... Hell I never leave the country let alone the fucking atmosphere...