Some may call it a manhood issue or Napoleon syndrome.
I dunno.
I had a gray-market Porsche 914-6 right after high school, and that little booger was a sheer terror. (For those who don't remember them, they were the 914 with the 911 6-cylinder boxer engine)
Fast forward a few years, and I was driving an Audi 200 Quattro Turbo. "Whispering Death" was what my squadron mates called it. I think I broke a land speed record driving I-95 from Cocoa Beach to Miami one afternoon.
A few years later, I was playing with a blown, big-block 580 CID Chevy S-10 dragster, running 8's in the quarter mile at the Southern Nationals.
It was sold as part of the divorce settlement.
I've been driving a 2001 Chevy S-10 with the ZQ8 package, handles wonderfully, but 2.2L on ethanol still doesn't give me the kick in the pants I missed with my older vehicles. I don't think the winter road salt is good for the thin GM sheet metal, either, so I'd like to park it in the garage during the wintertime and drive something else. I wash it at least once a week to get the salt off of it, yeesh! On the other hand, my wife's Hyundai Elantra is economical, cute, and bland as hell.
As of this morning, I might have a fix for that, and the wife appears to concur with my choice. I just test-drove a nicely-maintained Volvo 740 Turbo (Intercooler) wagon, and my goodness, does that big station wagon get up and go!!! It needs a little TLC with respect to brake pads and tailgate struts, but the man says I can have it for $800.00.
So I told her it would haul my guns and ammo cans to and from the range, get the groceries, and haul the two big dogs around in style and comfort. She doesn't like the 5-speed, but she's not the one who would be driving it the most.
