Boys love cars-But What about Me?

Boys love cars. That’s right. What about girls? I didn’t really care at all and would always roll my eyes when I saw a guy trying to impress a girl with his car, truck or motorcycle. They strut like peacocks. Pruning their feathers, crowing for the beauty with the biggest assets. I stand back and let my brother and son boast about MY truck. My baby. Like they did anything to him. My 54 Ford F-100 is priceless. I have a 350 short block with twin overhead cams. I have louvered the hood, cropped the top, and sunk it 6 inches. He is candy apple red with gold metallic fleck. The true fire flames boast of its speed. No one can catch me on a quarter mile track. I love the feel of the black leather interior. The mahogany dash feels old world and begs to be touched. If any man touches him their libel to feel me sticking my claws into their back.

It is comical to watch as my brother and son struggle to tell people what they have done and how they have done it when all they did is listen to me talk about my truck for the past three years. They begin to sweat and soon look over their shoulder for help. “Hey Sissy, What did we do next?” Like they helped. “Well after I . . .” Any motor head who knows anything about engines knows who did what. Soon the men flock around and seem to be impressed with my accomplishments. What was so special, I think. I am just like them. I love cars. I love the smell of tires. I love the sound of a great muffler. I love the jump off the starting line. I love my job. The problem is how many men do you know who can keep up with me. Oh, they try to impress me with their knowledge. So I play. I question them about their carburetors, their manifolds, their blocks. The first hint of deceit and I’m gone. I don’t have time to teach and train. I have a 66 Impala waiting to be reborn and I am late for my manicure. I turn and go to my 2003 Tejas Ironhorse. This sweet motorcycle was custom made for me. Short shocks, a smaller seat and the ape hangers bent for a woman’s comfort. I kick it into gear and ride off into the sunset. One more Hot Rod show under my belt. I look at the mirror and see the longing in the men’s eyes as the appreciate my ride. And I wonder when will I find someone who will appreciate the rider?

Boys love cars-But What about Me?


Wylie, United States

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I love to play with cars and trucks. I have had the pleasure of rebuilding 5 cars and trucks. This is just my observation of the male ego.

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