The other day I saw an interview with Nicholas Cage and I caught one remark that kind of made me flinch. He said that he is, "Passionate about old cars...". I really don't know what to think, I mean if he's passionate, what word do I use to describe my feelings, rabid? To me, writing a check to buy whatever car strikes your fancy, then selling it a few months later isn't passion. Here's a few things that I think separates people who love old cars from people who just own them to be cool. My apologies to Jeff Foxworthy, but here goes: You may be passionate about old cars if:
You have a tattered magazine with a test of your favorite car in safe place, but couldn't find your kid's birth certificate on a bet.
Your daily driver is a total piece of automotive crap that barely runs and that your significant other refuses to ride in, but your pride and joy is a half-done car that costs twice what a new car would.
Your family automatically gets you gift certificates for car parts at Christmas. Double points if they don't have to ask which store.
You haven't bought new clothes in months, but the UPS man brings you a fresh load of car parts every week.
You have had to make a trip to KMart to buy a plain white T shirt to go with the rented tux at your brother's wedding because you don't own one and your wife wouldn't let you wear even your cleanest hot rod t shirt under your dress shirt.
You work insane amounts of overtime or get a second job rather than not get the parts that you want for your car.
You have sold a Christmas present from your wife on ebay in order to get more money for your car.
You're wife complains that you need a family vacation, and you agree, provided that you go to the Monterey Historic Races. (sure, she was mad, but I got to see Cobras race!)
You don't see a friend for several months, and the first thing out his mouth is, " how's your car coming?"
You don't know your the names of many of your freinds' wives, but you know what kind of car they've got in the garage and how much they told their wife it cost. (...and why you don't talk about it in front of their wife...)
You wanted to name your son "Gurney" after your racing hero.
Your garage is nicer (and bigger) than your house.
Your favorite hollywood celebrity is Jay Leno...because he works on his own cars!
You'd rather chew broken glass than sit through an Oscar-winning chick flick, but you own several horrid "B" movies with absolutely no story and watch them often because they have neat cars!
You know how many hours until the NHRA Winternationals, but you're not sure if you're anniversary is the 5th or the 6th of March.
When some blowhard starts talking about how he's restoring his '69 Z28 at a Christmas party, you casually glance at his girl-like hands that don't have any scars, stains or scabs and realize every word that's coming out his mouth is a lie.
Every one of these statements is true and I'm sure a lot of you have a lot to add, so have at it. How passionate are YOU????
You have a tattered magazine with a test of your favorite car in safe place, but couldn't find your kid's birth certificate on a bet.
Your daily driver is a total piece of automotive crap that barely runs and that your significant other refuses to ride in, but your pride and joy is a half-done car that costs twice what a new car would.
Your family automatically gets you gift certificates for car parts at Christmas. Double points if they don't have to ask which store.
You haven't bought new clothes in months, but the UPS man brings you a fresh load of car parts every week.
You have had to make a trip to KMart to buy a plain white T shirt to go with the rented tux at your brother's wedding because you don't own one and your wife wouldn't let you wear even your cleanest hot rod t shirt under your dress shirt.
You work insane amounts of overtime or get a second job rather than not get the parts that you want for your car.
You have sold a Christmas present from your wife on ebay in order to get more money for your car.
You're wife complains that you need a family vacation, and you agree, provided that you go to the Monterey Historic Races. (sure, she was mad, but I got to see Cobras race!)
You don't see a friend for several months, and the first thing out his mouth is, " how's your car coming?"
You don't know your the names of many of your freinds' wives, but you know what kind of car they've got in the garage and how much they told their wife it cost. (...and why you don't talk about it in front of their wife...)
You wanted to name your son "Gurney" after your racing hero.
Your garage is nicer (and bigger) than your house.
Your favorite hollywood celebrity is Jay Leno...because he works on his own cars!
You'd rather chew broken glass than sit through an Oscar-winning chick flick, but you own several horrid "B" movies with absolutely no story and watch them often because they have neat cars!
You know how many hours until the NHRA Winternationals, but you're not sure if you're anniversary is the 5th or the 6th of March.
When some blowhard starts talking about how he's restoring his '69 Z28 at a Christmas party, you casually glance at his girl-like hands that don't have any scars, stains or scabs and realize every word that's coming out his mouth is a lie.
Every one of these statements is true and I'm sure a lot of you have a lot to add, so have at it. How passionate are YOU????