When most people think of Florida they think sunshine, babes and beaches. Not me. I grew up in a small town in Florida, far away from the sand, surf and exotic cars. It was a place where people liked mud, country music, fishing and the occasional discount beverage. A town where weekends were spent power sliding anything with wheels across fields of mud in an awesome display of black rooster tales.
Unlike the Canadian snowbirds that visited us in the winter, we didn’t fish off a floating fortresses on the lake. Instead, we’d find a nice dirty canal, roll up our pant legs and toss a line off the bank.
Catfish was our strong suit. They were cheap, fat and fairly easy to catch. Not a premium fish by any means. So why are designers obsessed with making the front end of performance cars look like the mouth of these whiskered bottom feeders? Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing scarier than looking in your rearview mirror and thinking, “Damn, that car looks hungry”…sort of a through-the-eyes-of-plankton thing. While the style may work with the aesthetics of the car, I’m more curious at what point did everyone decide, much like the Audi-LED-trend, that this style one that should be replicated?
Personally, I’m a fan of the look…then again I’ve always loved catfish.