Sort of like Robert Duvall in Days of Thunder talking to his car before the Daytona 500. I talk to all my sportscars. The scary thing is that they always answer. Yeah, & I do what they say.
How about when your walking by her do you feel the need to put your hand on the cover just to feel it?
As my car is a Euro spec, I've always assumed the car does not understand English.... My Italian is limited and I'm sure I scew things up at times, but my baby is patient and sympathetic with my broken-Italian and always goes the extra kilometer. LOL I've never yelled or swore at my car, but it has never given me a reason to.
I use to talk to Sophia (my 308) alot.... but the medication is working now so I don't feel the need...
Yes, I talk to my Lotus a lot. When I first get in I always ask it to get me safely to where I'm going. And when I'm tweaking the carbs or something I ask how it's feeling! LOL Yes, I'm insane. Ken
Dudes, running round a sweet 8-turn road course like Roebling you HAVE to listen. And thats where there is magic. Finding the fine line in control of something out of control & taking the turns just right to win is expected. Do I talk to my car? I AM my car.
A woman is like a finely tuned sports car: they take time to warm up and react badly if you rush them. But once the fluids are warm and flowing, you use the gears to get going at an ever increasing speed. The sounds get louder and more frenetic, the engine sounds like it can't take any more but you keep pushing....until you blow a gasket and spurt oil all over the place... And have a cigarette? *Whew* I need to get out more! Ken