Drive an old car and you made a statement about your individualism: you weren’t prepared to become just another faceless, sterile tin can on the bypass to oblivion."
I once traded a girlfriend for a car. True story!
I am who I am. Asking me to give up my cars is like asking me to change my eye color, it can’t be done. I am fairly sure my blood type is actually 10w30. The smell of a rich tuned carburetor is a sweet perfume to me. The lure of the automobile is far too great for me. I can’t deny who I am.
My point here isn’t to bash my ex-girlfriend. What I’m getting at is our hobby is more than just something fun we do to take up time. Being a “car person” isn’t a lifestyle, it is a life. If you have ever seen an elderly man’s eyes light up when talking about a car you know what I mean. Cars get under your skin and deep into your bones. If you don’t think the connection is that strong I know one woman who would disagree." — This was found via tractioninc