I’m not in to cars. I get into them, for transportation and such, but I’m not IN TO them like I would be in to Italian food, Red wine, Comic books, Great movies, music and the wife.
I don’t consider myself a conventional male, when conventional wisdom confines men as being motorheads who gets off at any discussion of cars. (I do admit on having huge appreciation for some of the models used in advertising said cars, but that’s another story.)
As far as operation of cars, let’s play the humble card and I’ll say I’m average. Continue reading