I was a man in a prior life.
I could swear I was ^^
Because in addition to my complete love of football that has absolutely nothing to do with nice male bodies in tights...I have a super hard-on for cars.
Ok, if I had a penis, I'd have a hard-on for cars.
Anyway, I went to the laundromat last night. Across from the laundromat in the A&P parking lot was a car show. I rushed to get the laundry in so I could run across the street.
I have no idea what auto club it was, because I was too busy drooling at cars to see a club sign. I swear I was in car heaven...Alfa Romeos, Austin Healy's, Bel Airs, A 1920s Dodge panel truck, Chevy sedans & Buick Specials from the 30s, a Stutz, a Packard, a 1941 Licoln Zephyr! More than one Model T from 20s-40s I saw a tudor and a speedster, a Ford 3 Window coupe from the 30s. Fairlanes were everywhere but I think one of the best was the 1953(?) Bentley park ward convertible.
You know - I am should not even touch upon the muscle cars; because they get me all hot & bothered. But, you know I will...
I LOVE muscle cars. GTO's, 'Vettes, Impalas, Chevelles, Camaros, Mustangs...I love them all. They physicaly turn me on. Especially when they all suped up & tricked out. I have no idea what is is, but there is something about an engine that grumbles at you when you so much as tap the gas....that makes me want to go have sex. Or masturbate. Let me sit behind the wheel of a 350 Supercharged Chevy engine w/twin carbs, a clutch that catches low and a stick shift that glides like butter...*fans self*...let me drive a car like that & I am so rocking the owners socks.
I coudl take or leave bikes..but letting me drive a restored, pristine hot-ass muscle car with a blown out engine that is no where near street legal is probably the only fool-proof way of getting into my pants. Let me actually race it - and yeah the only word you'll be able to say is "wow". That's kind of sad; but kind of true.
You kow, with the right kind of person, "The Fast and the Furious" turns me on almost as much as porn. OK, that movie turns me on anyway *evil grin*
I miss being a car girl. I love being a girlie girl; but sometimes I miss my car boys. *sigh* I miss garages and tools and tweaking things under the hood. Granted - I never did any of it w/out supervision but it was cool learning all that stuff and a different way to bond.
I know..I have several comments to answer. But I needed to get that out, apparently.
Because in addition to my complete love of football that has absolutely nothing to do with nice male bodies in tights...I have a super hard-on for cars.
Ok, if I had a penis, I'd have a hard-on for cars.
Anyway, I went to the laundromat last night. Across from the laundromat in the A&P parking lot was a car show. I rushed to get the laundry in so I could run across the street.
I have no idea what auto club it was, because I was too busy drooling at cars to see a club sign. I swear I was in car heaven...Alfa Romeos, Austin Healy's, Bel Airs, A 1920s Dodge panel truck, Chevy sedans & Buick Specials from the 30s, a Stutz, a Packard, a 1941 Licoln Zephyr! More than one Model T from 20s-40s I saw a tudor and a speedster, a Ford 3 Window coupe from the 30s. Fairlanes were everywhere but I think one of the best was the 1953(?) Bentley park ward convertible.
You know - I am should not even touch upon the muscle cars; because they get me all hot & bothered. But, you know I will...
I LOVE muscle cars. GTO's, 'Vettes, Impalas, Chevelles, Camaros, Mustangs...I love them all. They physicaly turn me on. Especially when they all suped up & tricked out. I have no idea what is is, but there is something about an engine that grumbles at you when you so much as tap the gas....that makes me want to go have sex. Or masturbate. Let me sit behind the wheel of a 350 Supercharged Chevy engine w/twin carbs, a clutch that catches low and a stick shift that glides like butter...*fans self*...let me drive a car like that & I am so rocking the owners socks.
I coudl take or leave bikes..but letting me drive a restored, pristine hot-ass muscle car with a blown out engine that is no where near street legal is probably the only fool-proof way of getting into my pants. Let me actually race it - and yeah the only word you'll be able to say is "wow". That's kind of sad; but kind of true.
You kow, with the right kind of person, "The Fast and the Furious" turns me on almost as much as porn. OK, that movie turns me on anyway *evil grin*
I miss being a car girl. I love being a girlie girl; but sometimes I miss my car boys. *sigh* I miss garages and tools and tweaking things under the hood. Granted - I never did any of it w/out supervision but it was cool learning all that stuff and a different way to bond.
I know..I have several comments to answer. But I needed to get that out, apparently.