CraigB wrote:The ute sticker i find amusing is 'no fat chicks', and you look at the driver and think, Geez mate - you wish, you should just concentrate on getting something that can walk on 2 legs in there before you start making too many judgements!
What about the N.R.N.R stickers and the D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F bs you see on hiluxes and navaras and other jap crap?
'back in the day' you were considered ostentatious if you had a small Bundy Bear sticker on the rear window.
Then we got truck mudflaps, multiple aerials for the CB, and the HF and the UHF...
then the 4000000 candlepower spotties on the roof, you needed at least 4 of em to be considered 'manly'...
then came the big steel roo 'bar, which had to have forward facing cut-down Kenworth Truck mudflaps, extra spotties and room for a waterbag hanger on the front left side.
Then the gun rack on the back, but that was short-lived because port arthur happened.
Gone are the days when you could determine whether a ute driver was actually male or female. Now they have just morphed into some kind of weird country-fied metro-asexual being.
Tommo, you're heading down the path of no-return.
The minute you take delivery of the ute, your neighbours will be calling you a redneck, you will start playing country music (the bad variety - new age american country music) and you will likely procure a large brimmed felt (or leather) hat of indescribeable disproportion.
Then you'll have a wardrobe full of flanno's, one pair of dirty, faded, unwashed, stinky Levis 501's, and some nickel-plated brass spurs for your RM's.
May the Lord have mercy on your soul...
and your kidneys and liver.