Gearheads make the best friends Merry Xmas
I don't know about you but some of the best times that I have ever had were in a garage drinking a few beers and shooting the bull with a couple of buddies.
You know the kinda night that I am talking about where you sit around talking about what you going to do to your ride next.
How she is going to be faster,better looking and blow everbodies minds,women will swoon,etc,etc
How such and such is the greatest car of all time. How such and such is a POS.
Arguing the facts about production years and numbers options available no one bowing to the others expertise.
Talking about the cars you have had and how fast or great they were.
Talking about the some day cars you wish you had could of had.
You know the hemi cuda for a grand little old lady car story.
The topic might stray to politics,work,family,sports,sex,beer but it allways ends back up with cars.
As the night wears on everbodies cars get faster and better and nobody has even picked up a wrench.
And you know the kind buddies I am talking about.
Guys who change their own oil to get a little alone time with their ride Becides who can trust a kid with green hair some as complex as unscrewing and tighting a bolt and pouring?
Guys that would take time from work went 1800 miles with you to pick a project car that you just had to have and can't find anywhere local.(hey nash metropolitans are cool and I had a 455 olds in the backyard you do the math.)
Endure a 4 day roadtrip from hell to get it back home only to have you trade the car 2 weeks later and he dosen't even punch you.(more then once)
The kinda guy the lets you hide your latest project at his place so can live another day without the old lady killing you auctioning you collection taking the life insurance money and running off with a guy that drives a honda.
Guys that remember the scars on their body by what car they were working on when they got it.
The guy who a has a perfect brand of a hooker super comp sponser tag burned in his forearm after he uncorked your exhaust at the track.(tells people a tatoo would have been too sissy.)
Guys that will stay up 36 hours thrashing on the car cuz you have to drive it to work. (who knew transmissions had so many little parts and pieces.)
Guys who can't help but laugh uncontrolably when you do something stupid or hurt yourself.(will pee on themselfs if you hurt yourself being stupid.)
Guys that might not remember the old ladies birthday but have thousands of date codes,RPO numbers,VIN decoders,prodution numbers and option packages on the tip of their tounge at all times.
Guys that will drink beer that costs 3 buck a six pack but wouldn't dream of running 99 cent oil.
Guys that own two tool sets the good stuff for them the bargin bin stuff for loaners.
Guys that bought 5000 dollars worth of tools for the free 500 tool box.(hey I got a calender too)
Above all guys that know its a sickness and the only treatment is to band together and chant the gearhead war cry MORE!
I don't know about you but some of the best times that I have ever had were in a garage drinking a few beers and shooting the bull with a couple of buddies.
You know the kinda night that I am talking about where you sit around talking about what you going to do to your ride next.
How she is going to be faster,better looking and blow everbodies minds,women will swoon,etc,etc
How such and such is the greatest car of all time. How such and such is a POS.
Arguing the facts about production years and numbers options available no one bowing to the others expertise.
Talking about the cars you have had and how fast or great they were.
Talking about the some day cars you wish you had could of had.
You know the hemi cuda for a grand little old lady car story.
The topic might stray to politics,work,family,sports,sex,beer but it allways ends back up with cars.
As the night wears on everbodies cars get faster and better and nobody has even picked up a wrench.
And you know the kind buddies I am talking about.
Guys who change their own oil to get a little alone time with their ride Becides who can trust a kid with green hair some as complex as unscrewing and tighting a bolt and pouring?
Guys that would take time from work went 1800 miles with you to pick a project car that you just had to have and can't find anywhere local.(hey nash metropolitans are cool and I had a 455 olds in the backyard you do the math.)
Endure a 4 day roadtrip from hell to get it back home only to have you trade the car 2 weeks later and he dosen't even punch you.(more then once)
The kinda guy the lets you hide your latest project at his place so can live another day without the old lady killing you auctioning you collection taking the life insurance money and running off with a guy that drives a honda.
Guys that remember the scars on their body by what car they were working on when they got it.
The guy who a has a perfect brand of a hooker super comp sponser tag burned in his forearm after he uncorked your exhaust at the track.(tells people a tatoo would have been too sissy.)
Guys that will stay up 36 hours thrashing on the car cuz you have to drive it to work. (who knew transmissions had so many little parts and pieces.)
Guys who can't help but laugh uncontrolably when you do something stupid or hurt yourself.(will pee on themselfs if you hurt yourself being stupid.)
Guys that might not remember the old ladies birthday but have thousands of date codes,RPO numbers,VIN decoders,prodution numbers and option packages on the tip of their tounge at all times.
Guys that will drink beer that costs 3 buck a six pack but wouldn't dream of running 99 cent oil.
Guys that own two tool sets the good stuff for them the bargin bin stuff for loaners.
Guys that bought 5000 dollars worth of tools for the free 500 tool box.(hey I got a calender too)
Above all guys that know its a sickness and the only treatment is to band together and chant the gearhead war cry MORE!
Oh how I miss the summer 
