Social outcast maybe ......but who cares!!!
maybe a messed up view of life but I can say I like the company of my cars more than humans.
My cars have never gossiped about me, they have never made empty promises, nor have they have ever tried to use me for what I have and not appreciate it.
if my cars don't run, its my fault only...or perhaps our fault together.
I have happier memories with my cars than I do with humans. Memories like "remember when I 440 swapped that dart", or "remember that wicked burnout I did on an empty back road behind the airport."
People don't really bug me or matter to me when I am taking an afternoon nap in my demon that is on blocks, doesn't run, and parked under a tree, Sure makes the summer memorable and sweet
