What is it about guys and classic cars? It's just an old car, for cryin' out loud! I recently had occasion to drive by a classic car show and I just had to shake my head. Men are frantically wiping finger prints (real or imaginary) off their vehicles every time someone walks by. Their chests are swollen with pride and they exchange stories of how far they had to go in their search for parts and how expensive the parts were. They talk of the torture they went through to rebuild their car. I say just buy a new one that is already put together! Some of the owners seem to take better care of the vehicles than they do of their children: said finger prints are immediately wiped off, runny noses - not so much. And just how do classic car geeks know that it is a 1956 whatever or a 1961 something else? How can they tell just by looking? And if their site and insight is that good, why can't they find their shirt in the closet or the loaf of bread in the cupboard? What is it about an old car that can bring a grown, usually-sane man to his knees? I just don't get it! Loving our men who loves their cars . . . it's a good thing!
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