I've accepted my infatuation with 60's era muscle cars. That my female friends will enjoy both indulging and mocking my obsession, and my male friends will get tampons thrown at their heads for declaring me "like a guy" about it. I have the Hot Wheels, the emblem collection and the magazine subscriptions. I have the '68 327SS Impala I've been restoring for 8 years taking up 97% of the garage. Oh, and the tattoo, but that was a going away present to remind me of home.

So... obsession decently under control. After all, it's just one car and a bunch of swag. Right?

Problem, though. Friend told me that her neighbor is desperate to sell her '70 Impala. The asking price is low enough to be guilt inducing. The mileage is also insanely low, *and* it has the original 350 engine. It has the correct amount of doors (4 Door - Just don't do it, people. Dowdy+Fug! Breaks up the bodylines like a wide belt on a short lady). And the Harvest Gold paint is pleasingly suitable to the looks.

Hello, full throttle compulsion!

I could drive it every day! It wouldn't be like the '68, the special event ride. I get way too Separation Anxiety to actually park anywhere where she might get a scratch or something. Random strangers fondle her fenders, and that makes me yell at them.

But the '70 is broken in but not busted, so I could just tool around wherever without the angst. The drive to work could be fun! The crap imports I could beat off the line! Oh, the speeding tickets I could rack up!

I'm gonna end up a Crazy Cat Lady, but with Chevys.

It's almost August, so I'm homesick. No trip back to Detroit for the Woodward Cruise again this summer (even though by some freakish occurrence I have the same week off both jobs) and it's killing me a little bit.

Hanging out at night a week beforehand for the unofficial part, which is always more fun than the Saturday Of. Walking from State Fair to Roseland Park cemetery with my best girlfriend Lita, inhaling the exhaust fumes and listening to her tease me for being a boy about cars. And having her tell random strangers 'This is like porn for her - she's chromesexual'. I miss my evil friend - there is no substitution for her special brand of it.

And the traditional White Castle frenzy - My record is at 14 double cheese.

Next year, though. Next year for sure.

- Missed the GranderSlam in yesterday's game. Stupid job.

- Who would buy a 2006 ALCS ring replica? FanDorks like myself, actually.

- The Limpala tinkering seems to have stalled at the front brakes. Parts, why you so hard to find? I need to drive that car in the worst way.

- I has new Doctor Who! Will I love Martha? Watching tonight, then I can go back to reading Who-related posts. Yay!

- I *hate* my cellphone with a fiery passion today. It needs a ban_set=pain in the ass option.

- The dog has finally adjusted to the homemade food routine - It was a rough few weeks for all of us. The cat? Good to go right off the bat, unfussy piglet that she is. Trying Natural Balance kibble for both, as soon as the feed place gets it in stock. Going grain-free has made a world of difference with the dog's itchiness.

- The sun is killing the paint on my truck. Please knock it off, I like the Pull Me Over Red very much. I don't want to find myself driving a pink vehicle one day, mmmmkay?

- Is it a bad thing that I look forward to a summer of Barry Bonds Controversy as he closes in on Hammerin' Hank's record?

- I liked last night's Lost. Maybe because Jack was unconscious for most of it. The Kate backstory was good with me. I find I'm liking Juliet more and more. Sun has a very well-developed Stink Eye. Needed more Sayid, Desmond & Benry.

- Eddie Izzard DVDs - on their way to me!

- OMG Game Postponed? Did it snow?