My dad was a Presbyterian minister. He would say that he traded cars because "I don't drink and my wife doesn't allow me to chase women." Once an ex-parishioner died and left him a five-year-old white Rolls Royce Silver Cloud III. I was 17, and he let me take it on a date. It was amazing: smooth and powerful. And there are so many more stories...
Ha! I pretty much say the same to my wife, when she protests (she thinks it’s a moral failing 🤷.) “don’t drink, don’t smoke, don’t chase women…gotta have some vice!’
I am a car slut myself. There are worse aberrant behaviors, er, hobbies!
My dad was a Presbyterian minister. He would say that he traded cars because "I don't drink and my wife doesn't allow me to chase women." Once an ex-parishioner died and left him a five-year-old white Rolls Royce Silver Cloud III. I was 17, and he let me take it on a date. It was amazing: smooth and powerful. And there are so many more stories...
Ha! I pretty much say the same to my wife, when she protests (she thinks it’s a moral failing 🤷.) “don’t drink, don’t smoke, don’t chase women…gotta have some vice!’