Ok i have to admit it... at first when i read the title i thought it said "the filthy BREASTS next door" ....

 

[QUOTE=S2KANDRE,Jul 28 2004, 10:30 PM] Ok i have to admit it... at first when i read the title i thought it said "the filthy BREASTS next door"

 

Somebody's a bit anal...

 

I sold off some fairly collectible cars for this very reason. I didn't want to drive them and put miles on them. I didn't want to park them unattended. It got to the point where I couldn't do anything but wash them and look at them. It is possible to obsess to the point where you don't enjoy owning the very thing you covet. Much like being married to a supermodel -- it would be pretty nice to call her your own, but knowing that everybody wants to "taint her" would be very unpleasant.

I bought the S2000 because "it's just a Honda". It's fun as hell, but it's not some rare piece of automotive art. I appreciate that you want to keep it safe. I do all that I can to protect my car too. Leaving anything expensive and valuable out where people and nature can get at it is disturbing. That's why smart people don't sink big money into an asset that is destined to be away from you 90% of the time.

I have forbidden myself from buying any other cars until I have a 3 car garage house. Garage #1 will be for the wife's car. Garage #2 will be for my daily driver. And Garage #3 will be for the collectible classic that only goes out on Sunny days and doesn't get parked anywhere or left unattended.

Anything that gets used in the real world is going to get damaged eventually. People are careless slobs when it comes to the possessions of others. S2000 owners are not your regular people. Owning a really nice car is an incredibly frustrating experience unless you're very wealthy (because it's replaceable) or you can keep it protected at all times.

I sunk my $ into a super nice motorcycle instead because I do have the garage space for that. It actually becomes a fixture in my living room during the winter -- so that I can enjoy its beauty year round.

Anyway -- tell those kids that you'll break their slimey fingers if you ever see them within 15 feet of your car!

 

Have you considered showing those kids that actually have some initiative (most I see lately have NONE just want money for the hell of it) how to do it properly? Tell them you will give them a couple bucks each to help you but you want to show them how to do it RIGHT.

Start them early, will teach them to respect cars in general, and respect you, and especially your car on their block, they will even tell their friends you and your car are "cool" so don't mess with it

Travis

 

And now for a scientific explanation of the anal car owner recently published in the NY Times.

The brain creates a group of nerons that maps out each part of the body. That's how a person knows the boundaries and presence of their hands and feet, and offers an explanation why people feel pain in an appendage that has been cut off.

The brain also extends this body map to other areas. And helps explain why some people become proficient playing video games, swords, and so on. The body map can extend past a person's own hands to an object.
In addition, this body map can also be extended to a person's vehicle. The vehicle becomes an extension of the body, which may explain the reason why people become so agitated if they get a door ding. The damage feels like your own body has been damaged.

In conclusion: some people are more anal than others about their cars because the car becomes a part of them.

 

Where the heck you been Ryan?!? The S2000 was finished weeks ago!

I finally gave in, and installed an OEM front chin spoiler and a small Gurney lip out back. It really helps at anything over 150. And even with 295 Pilot Sport Cups, anything over 1/2 throttle in the lower 3 gears, and the tires go into destruction mode. We gotta meet up!



Oh, it's 470/453 if you must know.

 

Great post. I feel pain when a tire is punctured by a nail; I fixate on a brake issue like a tonge flicking on the edge of a jagged tooth; and worry about that odd noise coming from the rear as if it was my own knee or ankle. But fortunately I'm completely unaffected by my hair being out of place or a skin blemish here or there. My body map, fortunately, only extends underneath the surface of my car.

 

 

if you guys are like this for the s2000 I can't not imagine how you'll be for a Ferrari, you guy swould probably sleep in it and never spend a moment away from it.