I hate driving a car with a passion. I know this is a strange statement coming from an American. I’ve never liked getting into a car and driving a gasoline-filled bomb (they have a habit of exploding on impact with something immovable).
When I was a teenager, the age where every male is looking forward to getting his license, I tried avoiding the horror completely. I told my Dad that I couldn’t take driver’s education because of a class conflict. I signed up for a class that would prevent me from having to take driver’s education. Eventually I had to go through this forced rite of passage.
What do you call trucks from Mexico which come into the United States and pollute the air and do not comply with air quality or EPA rules for trucks? What do you call a truck from Mexico, which is not mechanically sound and may have many equipment violations including faulty brakes? What do you call a truck from Mexico, which is a rolling violation and mirrors a portable junkyard?
Well, you do not call it a “Mexican Truck” says a think tanker recently on a major online Think Tank Forum, stopped by to tell the group that the term “Mexican Trucks” as that is a negative connation on Mexicans we are now told. Some on the Think Tank believe that this is completely a PC comment and they are not buying it. One think tanker replied back.