A big reason I don’t like women.
Last night while chatting on IM a couple of my friends were sharing links to diffrent Beanie Babies that were being auctioned on ebay. Now, if any of you know me well I was totally bored out of my mind.
So, I start searching for ‘69 Camaros as the little stuffed animals only held my attention for a second. Two pristine beauties caught my eye…one of the 34 indy pace car convertibles with big blocks…totally restored, the other a nice metallic blue number…I was in heaven!
I decided to show them what I had found. And one of them says in a rather condesending way:
“Who the hell would pay $75,000 for that? And it’s a 1969, so old.”
Oh holy shit.
Instead of going into a detalied and rather long explination of why the car was worth so much, old aside…I just simply replied: “A girl can dream can’t she?”
I have found very few women who share my fascination and worship with classics. Hell a perfect sat. night is heading down to the amature drags…listening to the growls of 454’s…seeing gleaming bodies fly down the strip…watching kids who put their heart and soul into a junkyard find hit 9’s and come out of the pits grinning from ear to ear.
Mabey I’m crazy, but tell ya what…I don’t care. If you’ve ever dragged a car it’s a rush like you’d never believe. So, to all you girls out there that love classic cars as much as I do…thank you for having some sense of mechanical beauty. ;o)
And one more thing before I head off to my first appointment, I’d like to thank *Rachel* for accepting me into the *Bitch Club*, ok off to work.
Later in the day…
Back from work, will tell you all about it later but here’s a hoot for ya:
You come from Heaven. You’re the purest of pure, a
saint. You’re probably an angel sent directly
from Heaven.
Where Did Your Soul Originate?
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