| My Obsession |
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| It all started when I was a young lad...I blame my father, really. For if he did not work for that Honda dealership perhaps I would be like all the others in town, touting the merits of a Chevy, Ford or (shudder) Pontiac. On second thought perhaps I should be thanking him for showing me the way to the enlightened path. |
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| Yes, a 4-cylinder Civic done up in such a way that no person who dare challenge at the lights would be aware of the humiliation coming to him just seconds from now. To unleash 200 to 300 usable horsepower on such a man would be pure.....poetry. When all that will be seen is my polished exhaust tip and clear taillights in the distance how can such a man be loyal to (ugh!) a domestic? Or sleep soundly in his bed knowing I am out there waiting? |
| Just ask my wife - I have an obsession with an inanimate object. Probably better than the alternative. - even had a Honda at my wedding |
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