At the risk of appearing as if I’m tagging up on the Avengers phenomenon (I’m not) I think it is appropriate to compare the Cruisers — the vintage car enthusiasts who took over the region last weekend — to the Hulk. Like the Hulk, they are driven by a single force: they want to show off their cars and the things they’ve done to them. Also like the Hulk, they are neither (really) a force for good or a force for evil; they are just a forc and one you hope to have on your side because, let’s face it, it’s easier that way.
We spend a significant amount of time on this week’s Todcast debating the relative merits of the Cruisers. Todd DeHart, my co-host, put it best when he pointed out that people knew that the Cruisers were coming but they never understand what that means until it is too late. It’s the first real wakeup call for how busy it can be in Ocean City and for some it is an unpleasant reminder.
In Berlin, where things are less-chaotic, the Hulk moves around more docilely, still an unpredictable monster but less given to wild mood-swings and smashing. It’s probably the lack of salt in the air because when they hit the bridge all bets are off. They are no longer soothed by the “peaceful” times their cars recall in Berlin but more the American Graffiti in their heads wherein actions have no consequences because reality is maleable.