Blacktop Wasteland

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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MEET MEAUREGARD MONTAGE

The secret ain't about the motor. That's part of i it, yeah, but that ain't the main thing. The real thing, the thing most people don't want to talk about, is how you drive. If you drive like you scared, you gonna lose. If you drive like you don't want to have to rebuild the whole engine, you gonna lose. You gotta drive like don't nothing else matter except getting to that line. Drive like you fucking stole it.

Beauregard heard his Daddy's voice every time he drove the Duster.

Beauregard thought about the clichéd scene in every crime movie where the main character who has gotten out of the “Life” buries his weapons under a hundred pounds of concrete only to have to dig them up when his enemies come knocking at his door.

He understood the appeal of the symbolism for filmmakers. It was just unrealistic. You were never out of the Life completely. You were always looking over your shoulder. You always kept a gun within reach, not buried under cement in your basement. Having a gun nearby was the only way you could pretend to relax.

* Beauregard tends to think of himself as “Bug” when he's thinking of the reckless, thrill-seeking lawbreaker side of him, and “Beauregard” when he's living the way he should. I'm following that.

—and

love

Blues Brothers

Bourne Identity

Baby Driver

Matrix

* I realize people who aren't red-blooded American males frequently love them, too, I'm not arguing against that. It just seems more definitional of RBAM.

everyone

THAT

Men like your Daddy, like me, like you used to be, we don't die in hospital beds. Ant wasn't perfect. He loved driving, drinking, and women, in that order. He lived life at 100 miles per hour. Men like that, well, they go out on their own terms, usually with a bang.

that

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