What's the Go with Little Boys?

When I was a young lad, I made a point of finding my own way through life, and if anyone said "Do this man...it's cool!", I'd view it with more than a little scepticism.

So today, I want to ask my male readers to explain a scenario for me.

I'm riding home on a pushbike, when 2 hotted up Holden Commodores speed past.

Out of the back window of the 2'nd car, is hanging a young guy, about 18, wearing a Von Dutch cap, and a Stussy tee shirt.

Not a vintage Stussy tee, but a new one, 8 years too late.

And he yelled at me.

He yelled "Get a car, ya fuckweeeeet!!!", and then, as he roared past my face, he actually yelled "Wooo-hooo!!!"

Woo-hoo indeed.

I raised the obligatory middle finger at him, and the four guys in his car, and in the car in front could have easily turned around to take issue with it.

But they sped up, and roared towards Flemington/Moonee Ponds.

Things I don't get:

• Why am I a fuckwit for being conscious enough to ride 13 kilometres a night to work?

• How is it tough/exciting to yell from a speeding car?

• Who actually says "Woo-hoo!", anyway?

• How can he face his friends after acting like such a gimp?

Please tell me, because I don't understand.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not cut up about it...I was laughing at this kid while he did it.

Besides, it happens every night.

So if you guys can reach back into your testosterone and beer fuelled adolescences, I'd really appreciate it.

I might even say "Woo-hoo!"...

...though I doubt it.


This is knifey, from 'the internet'.