Cars...

Anyone that knows me knows that I love cars. I am a huge fan of the Ford Mustang. Not that it is "the greatest sports car ever" or any of that fan boy stuff, it is that it is cheap, easy and I cant seem to keep hold of the ones that would make any car enthusiast flutter inside. Lately I fell in love with the classic fastback, although I am still really picky on how it should look. I never liked them because I thought they looked like a whale on the back end, but recently I saw a Boss clone in the new direct to DVD Stargate movie. It was Grabber Orange with black stripes and a black spoiler. It was the Spoiler that set it all off for me. I liked that, I really really liked that. So now I have jumped onto the fastback fandom wagon. Now, here is a list of cars that I hope to one day have in my very large, very clean garage-showroom-fun house:



1970 Mustang Boss 302
1964-1968 Mustang convertible
1970 Mustang GT500/350 Convertible
1965 Falcon Futura 2 door Hardtop
2008 Porsche 911 GT2
2008 Tesla Roadster
2008 Saturn Sky
1963 Corvette Stingray
1999 Plymouth Prowler
2001 Ferrari 350 Modena


Jarret said...

You are missing the following;

Ferrari - Enzo
Bugati - anything
BMW - 2008 700 series

No need to thank me.


Yes in that order, all except the last, anyone has a Modena sitting around I will gladly take it off their hands, no questions asked. Or for the record any one of these cars. Now I know that there are hundreds of thousands of other great cars out there, I have just listed a few of my favorites. If you have a favorite, go ahead, let me know.

Stupid boy...

So I am the first to admit that I have a hard time making or keeping friends. I tend not to keep up with people feeling that they are much like me, all I need is a hello every once in a while and I am good. So when we have people over I tend to get nervous/excited, but not that I feel it heavily inside. It just happens and I tend to throw out really random things, creating connections in my head with random topics to the conversations that are going on at the moment, trying not to let the conversations die. In other words; I become a really big dork. This week proved that all the more as we had several days where there were people that came over, some planned, some not, and I shifted into dork mode. What is really sad is that I realize that this happens, after it has come and gone. I have realized that I am a topper, not by choice, but for some reason I feel like I have to contribute something to the conversation and it has to sound good. I hate that I do that and am trying to work on it. The other thing I realized is that I have lived a fantastic life, I have experienced so much more than the normal person that some of the things I have experienced seem unreal. I remember my Father telling me this when I was younger, and that I should savor it. Of course I did not, but I still lived a wonderful, exciting and extraordinary life. Maybe it happened like that so that an ordinary person could have extraordinary stories. So to all those that know that I have done a topper story, please forgive me. I am learning everyday how to be more social. I tend to think about conversations over and over in my head and think to myself how I destroyed all hope in overcoming my view of myself, and others views of me, in this light with the things I do and say. In other words, I beat myself up a lot over these things, no need for anyone to do it more than I do already.

I will make an end to my public self flogging.