Milwaukee has much to be proud of. They also have an annoying habit of getting into other people’s business.
Let me begin my diatribe by saying that I was born in Michigan (thank you very much). My mother was born in Michigan. Her mother was born in Michigan (and her father, too) back to when my family was farming inside what is now the city limits of Flint. We’re from here. And we build cars. My grandfather was a tool and die maker in the factories. Hell, my GREAT-grandfather was a tool and die maker. We’re from here. And we build cars.
And I need no assistance in gassing up my vehicle. We build them, and we can fill them.
But in Milwaukee, every gas station I have ever used contains BIG, SHINY stickers warning us not to top off our tanks.
Well EXCUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE me but I have been filling gas tanks since I was eighteen years old and how I fill my gas tank is between me, and my car. Are you my car? Then shut up Wisconsin, you have no business in this.
Do I understand that in the process of topping off I might spill some gas and that’s a fire hazard? Please refer directly and immediately to the previous paragraph.
I don’t comment on how they drive their motorcycles on the rear wheel only at ninety miles an hour down public highways (not uncommon over there), because you know what? They build Harleys over there. And that’s their business. How they drive them is their business. What they don’t understand is that cars are not their business. They’re ours. And they need to lay off the “for the good of us all” stickers plastered all over their gas stations and take a nice, deep breath. I think I’ll join them on that last part.
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