Published on March 11 2007

Ya know, I used to have a really cute little Fiero; the very first one in the northern half of the state, or so I was told. Then there was the '84 GT ragtop 'stang. The worlds' most expensive hairdryer (but definitely the most fun). I used to steal the hub's Corvette every chance I got. Just plain cool, even if you *are* in a car which screams "follow me" to every state patrolman around. Until the divorce is final and I have to sign the title to my baby over to the future ex, I am a Harley owner/ rider. Maybe I'll get visitation. More likely not. Loved 'em all-- even my first set of wheels, a rusted out '72 El Camino which featured posi and a 2x4 keeping the seat from collapsing through the floorboards. It was very nearly a Flintstones car. But I never ever thought I'd see an article about somebody who loves cars quite the way this guy does..... The Sun Online - Mechanic: I have sex with cars
MECHANIC Chris Donald loves his work — he has sex with CARS. And he admitted last night: “Some men like boobs and bums, but I much prefer curvy bodywork.” Chris, 38, has a recognised psychological condition that makes him physically attracted to motors. He has had sex with more than 30 different models in 20 years — plus two motorboats and a pal’s JETSKI.
In the water, I wonder?? And that's some friend who would let you borrow his Jetski a "hot date". Over the years McDonald has learned the true value of personal transportation. It definitely beats riding the bus.
"Car lovers vary — a few like to remain faithful to one car all their life, others like to play the car park. Now I don’t get as emotionally attached to individual cars as I used to. They are not a substitute for humans. The truth is the opposite."

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Hmmmm. Car love. Lovely cars. Sexy cars. Oooh there are so many. I own a
1974 Beetle and am "in love with her."
I live alone with my kitties and cars. I
hold deep respect for all around me.

Just don't hurt another individual.
Yes, this is true but it was not my first car. That was a 1974 Toyota HiLux pickup truck. Then a 1968 Camaro RS. (I know, shoot me for getting rid of that car). And then the 1985 Mustang GT.
Ohmygosh, how could I have forgotten the "land yacht"?!!! Three shades of blue (and rust) and trailing insulation out of the fenders everywhere I went. I never did figure out why or how the previous owners shoved all that pink insulation into the fenders--probably to keep from being gassed by the exhaust.

Maybe it was that the Camino was the first car I loved?

Somewhere around here I have a photo of you standing in front of *your* 'stang . Sure was fun, wasn't it? :-D
Wait a minute, I thought you first car was a huge Plymouth fury. It was almost as wide as it was long. It was the kind of car a Dad wants for his little girl. Built like an M1 Abrams tank.
Recognized condition? This guy is just too wierd. If he goes to a classic car show, is that his equivalent of a singles bar? What about a car wash? eeeww....