A Web Log about wheels from A Phantom Tire Buyer with a Secret Identity
My neighbor Brandon is a rather conservative sort. He dresses everyday in plaid shirts and khaki trousers. His house is a non-descript brick colonial with white trim. He drives a 10-year-old greyish silver Chevy Malibu to his job as a data analyst. So imagine my surprise when just the other day, I saw Brandon pull into his drab concrete driveway with sparkling new custom wheels!
“Brandon,” I cried. Is it really you?
He rolled down his window and smiled. “Did you notice my cool new wheels?”
“I did indeed, my good friend, is that really you?”
“That’s exactly right Phantom. This is the real me.”
“I never pictured you as the type who would customize his car with something so, so…”
“Aw, I gotta tell you, I surprised myself just a little bit. I was at Tire Discounters and I happened to meet this guy who was so excited he could barely contain himself.”
“I just got new custom wheels!” he exclaimed. It’s like, I’m still being me, only it’s like I’m being even more me!”
“Now Phantom, I had to think about that one a little. Then I got what he was saying. He wasn’t flashy in any sense – but just a small, tasteful bit of flash on his car suited him to a tee. That’s when it hit me: darn it Brandon, you be more you!”
“And you bought these snazzy wheels. Kudos neighbor, they’re just the thing!”
“Hey Phantom, did you ever notice that the trim on my house might be a bit bland? It’s just off-white.”
“Hmmm. What were you thinking?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe cream?”
“Exciting! You keep being more you, my good friend!”