By buying a completed truck, Joe is driving and showing someone else's blood, sweat, and years. However, does that mean he can't appreciate his investment? Yes, he can, and maybe when he becomes more experienced with custom trucks, it may inspire him to build his own someday.
Personally, I don't really care. I'm actually glad to have Joe around. I bust my ass and bank account to build something, rail it for a minute, take it to a few shows, lose interest in it, then sell it to build another. For me, the build is the fun part. Without someone there to buy it from me, someone who wants it, and rubs it with a diaper for years, then the cycle ends.
The interior has been totally...
The interior has been totally changed around, as well. Radar did the interior in all tweed, which gave it a super-clean look. When Brant reworked the interior, he went buck wild with TVs, fiberglass, and paint.
We should be glad that our scene is growing to include the uninitiated. Joe may not know the feeling of getting a virgin run by his club mates, stripped half naked and freezing with a Coors Light box on his head at Reso. Nevertheless, thanks to him, our trucks and our scene live on.
In The End
Honestly, this argument is about as worthless as the Hatfield-McCoy feud, which lasted over a century and that almost erased two families from the face of the Earth. The only difference is, instead of using guns, we use words. They get posted up all over discussion boards, slung out in chat rooms, and for what? The one second of gratification that you feel after you say it.
Instead of cutting someone down, why not find out about the person? Find out where they came from, what they are about. You never know what common interests you may have; we can guarantee at least one. What everyone needs to understand is the fact that we are all here for the same reason: the sport of minitruckin'.