If title said "Truck nuts" only, I would have thought about vehicular scrotums. Adding "car" in there got mr thinking about people who like their cars. Didn't edit out my first post, not scared.
I'm trying to understand the douchebag mindset.
I've always wondered what the thought process is in the walnut sized brainpan of the dude that has truck nuts.
First, he has to think "having some plastic genetalia hanging from my rear bumper would really be swell. My friends would respect me, my enemies would fear my apparent manliness, girls would flock to my viralty, and my parents would be oh so proud."
Then, he has to go some place that sells those things. I'm guessing either a truck stop or maybe the Wal-Mart in Denham Springs, but honestly, I have no clue where you'd even start to look.
Then, he's got to drive out there, pick out whether he wants the chrome ones, the blue ones, or the "flesh" colored ones. I assume that the different colors signify he status in the world or maybe it's like a mood ring and he picks the color that tells the world if he's feeling shiny, horney, or just hanging out.
After making this important decision, he's got to walk up to the counter and purchase them. How much do these things cost? Is he going to have to cut back on smokes for a week or two or can he use his Bayou Bucks card for them?
Then, the he's got to crawl under his rear bumper and attach them. I'm sure his hands are going to be shaking with anticipation, he may need to double up the zip ties to make sure those babies don't fall off. Are they centered? Did he get the orientation right so the left one is hanging lower? (he may double check is own scrotum to verify for accuracy).
And finally, the icing on the cake, take those suckers out for a drive. Windows probably down. Life is good. YOLO.
Maybe one of you proud nuthangers will give us more insight in to this phenomenom.