Keep on Truckin........FOREVER!

So today, I was roaming around Rutgers Campus aimlessly on my lunch break which I often find myself doing. It sure beats going out and actually getting lunch. Anyway, I had the radio tuned to 1050 AM to listen to ESPN radio as I drove, which is important because I don't wanna miss anything. If Curt Schilling has a heart attack, I want to know as early as possible so I can start planning the victory party for God. But I digress.

So on ESPN radio, a commercial for the Toyota Tacoma comes on. In said radio spot, the aptly official sounding radio announcing pro narrated the catchphrase "With the Tacoma, the adventure NEVER ENDS!"

I was taken back by this fact.

Like, seriously, that sounds terrible. I can only imagine the ways in which the Tacoma ensures an adventure is happening. I get flats in the middle of the ghetto section of Jersey City? Everytime I go to get my keys I have to fight a panther? My gas tank explodes? My GPS constantly takes me on routes that include cliffs, ravines, giant rolling boulders, and jungles? Do I have to fight off carjackers on a daily basis? I need details.

If I'm going to drive a vehicle every day, there is inevitably going to be days that I'm really not up for an adventure. I don't want to be half awake on my morning commute and have to fight transformers just because I bought a car with a misleading promise of constant adventures. I can just picture myself fighting through rush hour traffic while trying to out maneuver a swarm of killer bee's and screaming "WHEN WILL THIS ADVENTURE ENDDDDDDDDDDDDDD?"

I remember about 4 years ago, me and my rapping cohort Solar went to an art store because he decided he wanted to paint or some shit. When we got up to the checkout counter and had the friendly employee scan the bar codes and all that jazz, Solar found out he did not have his wallet with him. When we informed the cashier of this predicament he responded with "Thanks for the adventure". Could you imagine if THAT adventure never ended? Solar still wouldn't know where his wallet was, the poor cashier would still be ringing up the canvases, and I'd still be giving Solar rides that never had any productive or tangible destination.

Fuck you Tacoma. Fuck you hard.