Go Junebug!

Originally Posted 2/11/08

The Daytona 500 is next Sunday! Gentlemen, start your engines! Woohoo!
I've been thinking for some time that driving here is a lot like NASCAR. Let me warn you, if you're not a fan, you won't get these analogies. I'm just warning you up front.
First of all, you're in a big line of cars, and you're constantly looking ahead for a better spot in line. If you see someone hesitate, you know you've got to get your nose in there and go for it.
Once you've got a good spot in the line, a caution bunches everybody up. The caution can be brought out by a red light, a wreck, or road construction. Then it's "green, green, green", and you go for it again.
Then there's always some idiot that will try some bonzai move and ruin everyone's day. Then the idiot will have to answer to the officials, and they hand out fines-just like NASCAR.
About the only difference is that they don't stop the cars for rain. It's a real shame too, because people get all kinds of crazy when the roads are wet.
A word of caution if you are moving here from out of state-you had better get those tags changed over pretty quick. 'Cause those out of state tags are just like having a big yellow stripe on your bumper. And you know what happens to rookies. ;)

The Car Girl, Her Daddy & The Floating Honey

Originally Posted 6/16/07
I'm a car girl. I love racing & car shows. I love the sound of a well tuned engine. I know what a lot of the parts are & what they do. I have changed a tire, changed my oil & can drive a stick. I notice vibrations, noises and all sorts of things in my car, and sometimes, I can diagnose the problem.
All this is from hanging out with my Daddy in the garage. He was always working on something, and I soaked up everything he said. Sometimes, if the vehicle didn't cooperate, I could add some interesting new words to my vocabulary. (I don't say those words anymore.)
This brings me to my next subject-my husband. He has been home for three weeks for a work injury. He has been chomping at the bit to go get his car since he got off crutches. I was taking the practical approach. Here's how the conversation goes:
Him-"We need to go get my car." Me-"You can't drive right now, so we might as well leave it there." Him-"We need to go get my car."
We went to Ft. Worth to get the car tonight, and he was like a kid in a candy store. He took off, and I tried to keep up with him for a while. I finally gave up, due to the sharp curves coming out of the railroad yard. Surprisingly, a minivan doesn't handle quite as well as a Mustang.
The Mustang handles like it's on rails. The van is more......utilitarian. Anyway, it looked like it was floating on those curves. I don't know if it was the car or the driver, but man, it was pretty to watch.
All this made me think. Can you tell someone's mood by the way they drive? If so, are people thinking I'm.........utilitarian? Or what? Tell me what you think.