Hi all,
This is my first "official" post, so go easy on me. Anyhoo, I am decidedly not a car person, but it's not because I don't want to be. I had the pleasure to be in the company of one Mr. Mike Malloy and my dashing fiance Bob last night in Old City Philly, and I felt that on behalf of struggling spouses everywhere I had to post this message. Now, I say struggling because I struggle to understand the facination/obsession that Bob has with his car. To me it is merely "GASP" a mode of transportation :shocked!: . I am afraid to go really fast, and I like cars that are pretty (although I do now know the difference between rice and race).
Sooo...here's my post to let all of your nagging girlfriends (as I once was) read when you are locked under the hood with that wild look in your eyes. After listening to Mike and Bob talk "car, car, car" all night I finally caught a glimpse into your wierd little world. It's more than just making your cars go fast or a machismo issue...it's kinda a comrodery/self improvement/pride thing. And most importantly, it makes you happy.
While now I probably will still look like a deer caught in the headlights of a car when they are rambilng off things like torque, fuel injection, and "owning" someone or something (still don't get that one), I will never stand in the way of him being happy. I do get jealous of the "other woman" from time to time, but in the long run I think your little community is pretty tight and very cool.
That's it, I'm done. Back to hitting the books. All I ask is that if I ever meet anyone else from the car community, don't laugh at me too much. I'm still learning.
~Michelle :dancin:
This is my first "official" post, so go easy on me. Anyhoo, I am decidedly not a car person, but it's not because I don't want to be. I had the pleasure to be in the company of one Mr. Mike Malloy and my dashing fiance Bob last night in Old City Philly, and I felt that on behalf of struggling spouses everywhere I had to post this message. Now, I say struggling because I struggle to understand the facination/obsession that Bob has with his car. To me it is merely "GASP" a mode of transportation :shocked!: . I am afraid to go really fast, and I like cars that are pretty (although I do now know the difference between rice and race).
Sooo...here's my post to let all of your nagging girlfriends (as I once was) read when you are locked under the hood with that wild look in your eyes. After listening to Mike and Bob talk "car, car, car" all night I finally caught a glimpse into your wierd little world. It's more than just making your cars go fast or a machismo issue...it's kinda a comrodery/self improvement/pride thing. And most importantly, it makes you happy.
While now I probably will still look like a deer caught in the headlights of a car when they are rambilng off things like torque, fuel injection, and "owning" someone or something (still don't get that one), I will never stand in the way of him being happy. I do get jealous of the "other woman" from time to time, but in the long run I think your little community is pretty tight and very cool.
That's it, I'm done. Back to hitting the books. All I ask is that if I ever meet anyone else from the car community, don't laugh at me too much. I'm still learning.
~Michelle :dancin:
