I’ll be the first to admit my love for Northern Virginia, especially after spending most of my life in backwater Crawford County. Intoxicating is driving past the White House on your way to a Sunday evening BBQ with friends.
But sometimes I tire of all the posturing that comes with an affluent and power-hungry culture. The posturing is usually subtle and sensed only in a certain vibe, gait, or look.
Sometimes it’s more obvious. Like a convertible BMW with ACHEEVR as the license plate code.
As I puttered along in my wife’s ’98, non-air-conditioned, oil-guzzling VW Beetle, I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or vomit.
(I am aware of envy expressing itself in contempt or pity. I’m pretty sure this wasn’t the case.)
(If you see something else in ACHEEVR, please let me know. I want to believe something better about the man.)
(Photo credit: Not me)