The Women of Fairlane
It was brought to my attention that yesterday's entry told a grand story, but didn't necessarily tell the whole story. I couldn't agree more. In saying what I wanted to say I glossed over some very important bits that today I intend to share with you.
We have all heard the old saying that the guys with the great cars get the girls. You yourself probably saw some guy in high school with a hot car and his passenger seat was never without a girl to go with it. Although there looks like a correlation, it isn't as real as you think. Cars will NOT get you girls. To put it simply, a car is a modifier to your charisma score. A great car could add +3, but if you were only an 8 to begin with, your car isn't going to help you all that much.
This said, in the course of my life the ladies in it were of two basic types. The first type were jealous of the car because it got more attention from other guys than they did. I'm not kidding as funny as it sounds. Everywhere this girl and I went, strangers (mostly guys) would stop me and tell me how beautiful my car was. Typically, they never even noticed the girls in the passenger seat. One girl was so put off by this that I put a little plate on the front bumper proclaiming young love for her, this way she would literally come before the car. You are probably now getting this image in your mind of me being the sort of guy who every weekend was under the hood, or applying exotic waxes to the paint. This could not be farther from the truth. Then as now I HATE getting my hands greasy. I did the minimum necessary to allow me to go pick up the girls and take them out on dates. I guess this is why you can't use a model for a wingman.
The second type of lady in my life knew Beautie for exactly what she was and treated her like family. Of this type there were only two. First was the Danish foreign exchange student in high school who not only named the car "Beautie" but actually liked the car more than me (its true to this day). The second is Sara my wife.
Sara is the logical one. Sara makes the tough decisions because I can't. She is absolutely trustworthy and hasn't (to date) made a bad decision. Her decision to park Beautie came from the fact that we were newly married, low on cash, up to our ears in debt, and between us had three cars. At the time, the transmission on Beautie was starting to slip and that is never a cheep fix. Especially as I have no special skills were mechanics are concerned, and as previously mentioned, too wussy to stand the sight of grease under my nails. Sara made sure when she told me that it was best to park the car, that this was only temporary and she herself would make sure that Beautie would be street worthy as soon as it was financially possible.
While I am pretty sure that now is not the time, Sara is allowing me to move ahead anyway, so long as I hold off on the supercharger a while and have no delusions of dumping the Saturn and driving Beautie full time anytime in the next year.
For that, I thank you Sara. You are the voice of reason, and the one who will be responsible for making my grand dreams come true. Dreaming is easy, turning a dream into reality takes skill, and between us, only Sara has that wonderful talent.
