On Collecting Cars
I have a little penis. I know this because people who have never seen it but know I collect cars tell me so. Apparently only people with little penises can be car collectors. Or so is the conventional wisdom.
One of my cars is forty years old and has a four cylinder engine only a little bigger than found on a riding mower. It develops 75 horsepower DIN (and even less if you rate it by the American SAE standard). Supposedly it is capable of over 100 miles per hour, but it gets to be a handful to control around 60, and almost impossible at any speed with a cross wind.
But I love this little red car and proudly showed it for the very first time this last weekend at the First Annual Inverness Vett Set car show. It was in a category for imported sports cars 1982 and older.
I had only decided at the last minute to go to the show. The deadline for registration was 12 noon, and I didn't decide to commit until about 10:30 that morning. There was no week long detailing process to get ready, I just fired her up and drove on out.
Once registered and in my spot I ran a duster over the finish a couple of times and Windexed the windows. Then I popped the engine lid (the engine is in the back) and set up a folding chair to stake out my turf.
The car drew a crowd like edible panties draw flies on a hot day. Most of my admirers were Vett Set members (it said so on their satin jackets). They were amazed that the engine was in the rear, that it was the size of a TV tray, and that I had a Pike Pass on the window (meaning that I actually drove the car, and that I didn't treat my garage as a museum).
I didn't win first prize Saturday; the winner in my class showed a car that looked a lot like the one James Dean was driving when he went to live with Jesus in 1955. But I got a nifty bag of goodies including a Home Depot Frisbee, a magazine about Corvettes, a ruler (yep, still 10 inches), and some Armorall wipes. I also won a drawing providing me with a gift certificate for me and my squeeze to feed at a local steak house. And I met some lovely people.
Life is good.
One of my cars is forty years old and has a four cylinder engine only a little bigger than found on a riding mower. It develops 75 horsepower DIN (and even less if you rate it by the American SAE standard). Supposedly it is capable of over 100 miles per hour, but it gets to be a handful to control around 60, and almost impossible at any speed with a cross wind.
But I love this little red car and proudly showed it for the very first time this last weekend at the First Annual Inverness Vett Set car show. It was in a category for imported sports cars 1982 and older.
I had only decided at the last minute to go to the show. The deadline for registration was 12 noon, and I didn't decide to commit until about 10:30 that morning. There was no week long detailing process to get ready, I just fired her up and drove on out.
Once registered and in my spot I ran a duster over the finish a couple of times and Windexed the windows. Then I popped the engine lid (the engine is in the back) and set up a folding chair to stake out my turf.
The car drew a crowd like edible panties draw flies on a hot day. Most of my admirers were Vett Set members (it said so on their satin jackets). They were amazed that the engine was in the rear, that it was the size of a TV tray, and that I had a Pike Pass on the window (meaning that I actually drove the car, and that I didn't treat my garage as a museum).
I didn't win first prize Saturday; the winner in my class showed a car that looked a lot like the one James Dean was driving when he went to live with Jesus in 1955. But I got a nifty bag of goodies including a Home Depot Frisbee, a magazine about Corvettes, a ruler (yep, still 10 inches), and some Armorall wipes. I also won a drawing providing me with a gift certificate for me and my squeeze to feed at a local steak house. And I met some lovely people.
Life is good.
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