Fast Cars, Cool Rides: The Accelerating World of Youth and Their Cars

Fast Cars, Cool Rides: The Accelerating World of Youth and Their Cars

Fast Cars, Cool Rides: The Accelerating World of Youth and Their Cars

Fast Cars, Cool Rides: The Accelerating World of Youth and Their Cars

Synopsis

Charles Robert Darwin (1809–1882) has been widely recognized since his own time as one of the most influential writers in the history of Western thought. His books were widely read by specialists and the general public, and his influence had been extended by almost continuous public debate over the past 150 years. New York University Press's new paperback edition makes it possible to review Darwin's public literary output as a whole, plus his scientific journal articles, his private notebooks, and his correspondence.

This is complete edition contains all of Darwin's published books, featuring definitive texts recording original pagination with Darwin's indexes retained. The set also features a general introduction and index, and introductions to each volume.

Excerpt

On a late summer Saturday night, I get in my car to head downtown to check out San Jose's car cruising scene, where hundreds of young adults from all over the Bay Area gather to cruise up and down a strip of street that extends over ten blocks, to see and be seen. Students at San Jose State University, where I am teaching, tell me it is a crazy scene, rowdy and raucous, something I must definitely scope out if I am going to write a book about youth in San Jose, California, and their cars. And so I head downtown for the first time, unsure of what I might find. I arrive at Santa Clara Street, greeting the bright lights and bustle of a city's nightlife played out in and around cars. Rows of cars consume the street. Sounds wash over me: the screech of tires peeling out after a red light, the rev of a heavily powered engine, the voice of Eminem traveling from some unidentified car, competing with the sounds from another car. The bass from the car next to me, a red Mustang, thumps as the car shivers to the beat. I make my way down the street alongside hundreds of other cars. I pass a shiny black Cadillac, new and expensive, with a young Anglo-looking kid, maybe eighteen and wearing a wooly cap on his head, sitting behind the wheel. I am struck by his posture perhaps more than anything else, as he is sunk deep within the seat, almost eye-level with the steering wheel. To my left is a Camry with an “OBC Team” sticker on the back window. I pull up to a stop light just as it turns red. I can see, off in the distance, a small group of young men, dressed in oversized khakis slung low on the hips and the thin white tank tops that the young colloquially call “wife beaters.” They pace the sidewalk, and, as cars pass, they holler attempting to gain the attentions of those passing by. A carload of girls cruises by, and one of the young men hollers out, more forcefully this time, his voice reaching a crescendo as he yells, “Was'up babeee!” As the light turns green, I watch as a white Pontiac GTO begins to move in front of . . .

Search by... Author
Show... All Results Primary Sources Peer-reviewed

Oops!

An unknown error has occurred. Please click the button below to reload the page. If the problem persists, please try again in a little while.