So this morning, as I'm driving to work, I pass by the usual gas stations and see that regular gas is now $3.35 while premium is set at a very discourgaing $3.65. As I roll past it in my gas-guzzling V8, I begin to lose heart in my automotive enthusiasum.![]()
As I continue on my way to work, I come across an empty road that I go down everyday. No houses, no cars, no signs. Just a long straight with a small bridge in the middle. As I wonder what it means to be a car guy, I make an attempt to revive my spirits. So I turn off the traction control, blip the throttle, dump the car into second, and slam the gas. Immediately the V8 roars to life and the backend gets squirrely. As the car gains traction and launches forward, I get the biggest grin on my face I've had since I can't remember when. This is what it means to be a car guy. To Hell with the gas prices. No matter what the price, I'll pay it. You just can't help but love your ride.![]()
Then I promptly had a love flying, red robin smack against my windshield. I felt a little sh*tty after that, but I still love my car.![]()
Happy Friday b*tches!![]()