I have lots of vee-hickles but my girl's Nissan is Japanese yet still needs some Thai rods so I gave her my Honda car til parts come in. Rolling in the Nissan with sketchy front-end is so weird, the steering wheel darts a couple inches left or right at random times, which increases the heart rate unexpectedly.
Meanwhile since my Honda is gone I'm driving my B2200 every day with a shit-eating grin on my face, and loving life. I have a friend who drives a 1960's Dodge with 426 Hemi and I just can't get him to understand how 85 horsepower and a 5-speed manual is fun as hell.
You know you love your ride when you park outside the shop where you work, then turn around to take a pic in the woods and think 'damn, looking good.'
