...for understanding this singular passion, and allowing a non-owner (but not for long) such as me to eavesdrop on your shiny, stock, custom, lowered, flared, classic, outlaw, 1600, 2.3 liter, shine-up, shine-down, beehive, teardrop, racing silver, guards red, triple black, chromium yellow world.
I've read hundreds and hundreds of your posts, and finally became a paying member yesterday. I know you can appreciate the inadvertent public service you offer to us near-owners through your casual chat about your wonderful cars.
And you Californians. Have you any idea of the thrill we get as you describe your drives in your legendary cars through those legendary towns and over those storied roads? Huntingdon... Newport... Redondo... Santa Monica... Doheny... PCH... You're KILLING us.
How I enjoy the giddy posts of those who are just weeks or days away from delivery or from bolting body to frame in their own garages. No sentiment is too corny for us spectators. We long to be in your shoes.
And thanks to so many of you who describe your 10, 15, even 20-year waits to realize your dream. It's very encouraging. I'm approaching my 18th year of dreaming and the wheels (so to speak) are beginning to turn. Recently, after one of my very, VERY occasional comments about the Speedster, my sweet wife piped, "How much does a Speedster cost?" After the paramedics quit banging me with the paddles, I (cool as a cucumber) said I thought I could find a used one for somewhere in the teens. "Oh... I had no idea they were that inexpensive. Why didn't you just buy one of those instead of the Focus?" she asked. This was like seeing Bigfoot and Elvis water-skiing behind the Loch Ness Monster. "Well, I knew we needed room for all of us in that car, and a Speedster will only carry you and me, Honey," I said, already mentally lifting the garage door to see that work of art at rest.
So thanks again, all of you. Thanks, Theron, for your attention to this site and all of the work you do on our behalf.
Sorry if I've waxed too poetic. I just had some time to kill after church and it's a perfect Arizona day and I know that right now, somewhere, one of you is powering out of a curve with your own beautiful girl beside you, her hair flying as you find fourth gear again...
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