{"id":299,"date":"2021-07-15T20:53:42","date_gmt":"2021-07-16T00:53:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/rampantbicycle.com\/blog\/?p=299"},"modified":"2021-07-15T20:53:42","modified_gmt":"2021-07-16T00:53:42","slug":"well-that-was-odd-but-i-learned-something","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rampantbicycle.com\/blog\/2021\/07\/well-that-was-odd-but-i-learned-something\/","title":{"rendered":"Well, that was odd, but I learned something."},"content":{"rendered":"\n

So, today I was walking down to the local fishmonger to buy some salmon. (One of the luxuries of working from home, I suppose.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I emerged into the steamy Toronto afternoon with my prize in hand, I vaguely noticed an unusually-pink car parked a little further down the street. Didn’t think anything of it in particular, but when I got close enough for a better look I noticed that whoever owns it has gone for an extremely distinctive<\/em><\/strong> paint job:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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As far as I can tell, all the Germanic-looking words there are…cuts of meat. Kotlett. Schinken. Schulter. Lende. Not sure about “Ripple.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So, someone out there had bought a relatively pricey-looking convertible (a Porsche?), added a “28” as though they intend to race with it, and then painted it to resemble a hog-butchering diagram. For some reason.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Did <\/em>they intend to race with it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For some time I could not decide if I wanted more to find out what the story was, or if I would rather never know, and preserve the glorious mystery of why on earth someone would do up a car this way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the end, as it often does with me, curiosity won out, and I discovered that in fact what this means is that the mystery driver is likely a fan of classic race cars: Behold the “pink pig.”<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

…And now I cannot decide if I am more amused, gratified that there IS an answer, or a little disappointed that it’s not just that some iconoclast decided it would be amazing to have a car painted like a butchery diagram.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ah well. At least it’s not white like seemingly every other car in the world.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

So, today I was walking down to the local fishmonger to buy some salmon. (One of the luxuries of working from home, I suppose.) As I emerged into the steamy Toronto afternoon with my prize in hand, I vaguely noticed an unusually-pink car parked a little further down the street. Didn’t think anything of it … <\/p>\n

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