I've become very wise on the nature of cars for wives. It works like this,
you say: "Whatever you want to get is fine with me", and then you stop
talking.
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From: owner-fot@autox.team.net [mailto:owner-fot@autox.team.net] On Behalf
Of Barr, Scott
Sent: Tuesday, August 03, 2004 5:53 AM
To: thomas strange; Jerry Barr
Cc: fot@autox.team.net
Subject: True Confessions
OK, true confessions time. My wife wants a Midget. The car, I mean.
There's a nice-looking green rubber-bumper (yuck) version on the west side
of S. Oneida Street, half way down to Hwy 114. No idea of the price, but it
has caught her eye.
I suggested to her that, if she were to choose a Spitfire, I'd have bits and
pieces available at a moment's notice and would know how to fix pretty much
anything on the car. She sortof gave me that "hmmmm" look I see so often.
As in, "hmmmm, something about this smells wrong". As in, "hmmmm, how long
before bits of my car end up in the blue racer...".
But if I can sell her on a Spit, why not a Spit 6? She has always been
unwilling to use a lot of revs with her motors, so a GT6 engine would be a
far better choice for her than a Spit motor. And if a GT6 engine, well, why
not a TR6 mill instead?
I'd better find her another Alfa before I start re-reading that whole FOT
string on the aluminum V8s...
Scott
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