Fanboiz, stop. Please stop, because you're making my brain hurt. I love car guys, the kind of guys that actually appreciate the mechanics of a car and performance. I despise fanboiz with every ounce of disgust I can muster.
True car guys know three things. The first thing that they know is that stock or not, the mechanics of a car are amazing and therefore something to be admired. They don't admire cars for their parts, but rather they admire the way that the parts function together for the most efficiency. They love their cars and acknowledge that it's the system itself that is amazing. Each part is like an organ and the whole car is an organism of it's own. You don't have to be a gearhead to understand that either, but once you get your fingers wet, you understand. A car itself is something any brain dead fourteen year old pizza face could figure out, given enough time. It's several simple things that work together to become something amazing.
The second thing they all know is that features should emulate function. The car you use to pick up the kids from school shouldn't be something that you like to use to show off with your buddies. Luxury cars shouldn't be going off-roading, and big damn trucks don't belong in "compact" parking spaces. And stop calling your cars "track ready" like that means anything other than it will pass tech. So your positive battery terminal is covered and your floor mats are out, great. In five seconds I can get the Escort "track ready". (But I won't.)
The last thing they all know, is that if you have to argue whether or not you're a fanboi, than you are. Real car guys are, if nothing else, completely at ease with their endeavors and expect their performance as drivers / mechanics / etc and the performance of their vehicles to speak for themselves. They are humble and confident in their abilities because throughout all of their world some strange worldly truth as shown itself to them. I don't what truth it is, but you can see that it's there.
Love, Polly.
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