In response to Skank's earlier post, I must say, I just don't get guys' fascination with cars. I mean, they can be fast. So what? They can be loud. Why would you want that? And the fascination with engines. What's a V8? What does that mean? What does V stand for? Velocity? Vector? What's torque? Why do you need it? What's the point of a spoiler? I hate everything about cars except the whole not having to walk thing. I'm not sure I could change a tire. I have no idea where the tire-chanaging tools are in my car. Probably in the trunk but I can't find them. I don't know where the oil goes or the brake fluid. I just found out about two weeks ago that brakes needed fluid when my oil light or one of those lights went on and it said, "Add brake fluid" in the manual. So I had my wife do it.
The only thing I can identify when I open the hood, and by the way, it took me about a half an hour to figure out how to open the hood, it's not that easy, where was I? Oh yeah, the only thing I can identify in the engine portion of the car is the battery because some guy pointed to it once and said, "That's the battery". I don't understand why the car doesn't explode when the "spark" hits the gas? Is that even what starts the car? By the way, my engine light has been on for about six months and the car runs fine. I'm assuming the light is defective.
I learned everything I know about cars from my father when I was driving with him one day when I was about twelve, and there was a loud banging noise coming from the engine and I said, "Dad, what's that noise" and he turned up the radio real loud and said, "What noise?". So far, I haven't had any loud banging in my engine but if I do, I know how to fix it. Oh, and one time I blew the engine on my brother's 1970 Chevy Nova because I was doing 70 mph on the Garden State Parkway (Exit 144) in 2nd gear. I had the radio so loud I didn't hear it whining like a nine year old girl who just got pushed down a flight of stairs. Only when black smoke started pouring out of the engine did I realize something was wrong. Whoops. It was his fault for having such a kickass stereo. As a matter of fact, that's the only thing I do understand about a car - the radio.
But I am an excellent driver. Except the time I drove into a friends' parked car and flipped my car over. But that doesn't count because I had been drinking.
Go Hokies!
I never really cared much about cars either, except that they be fairly new and very dependable.
I have a different view now entirely. All it took was getting behind the wheel of a very, very high performance car and taking a little spin.
I'm not much on noise or top end speed. I like something that corners well and has excellent, smooth excelleration in the low gears. I'd rather go from zero to sixty in less than 6 seconds than eventually get up to 165 mph.
And I like convienent shit, like smart halogen headlights because I'm half blind in the dark. And Bluetooth. And dual A/C temperatures. And racing seats so that I don't slide around. And automatic windshield wipers because I can never get the delay just right.
What good is bluetooth in a car?
Looks like you're going to learn a thing or two there, Sally.
Bluetooth lets you control your cell phone from the steering wheel and/or voice command.
Hell, I don't need bluetooth to talk to my car! I bet shank does it anyway, even without.
Who is Skank?
I don't care about new cars until it's my turn to get one. I believe that I am next in line to get one.
Also, what do you do when you're at work and a nearly naked man walks out of a restroom right in front of you scratching his cohones? I am not sure what or who he was looking for but he looked rather pensive.
Irie,
What are naked men doing at your work? Do you work at Chippendales?
Hockey mens. I mean he was cute but really...where is your helmet and stick? Budum boom.
Great. Naked hockey players roaming the building. Did he have his teeth in at least?