This technique is also known as "survival"
Regards,
fredd
> I've become very wise on the nature of cars for wives. It works like this,
> you say: "Whatever you want to get is fine with me", and then you stop
> talking.
>
>
> OK, true confessions time. My wife wants a Midget. The car, I
mean.
>
> There's a nice-looking green rubber-bumper (yuck) version on the west side
> of S. Oneida Street, half way down to Hwy 114. No idea of the price, but
it
> has caught her eye.
> I suggested to her that, if she were to choose a Spitfire, I'd have bits
and
> pieces available at a moment's notice and would know how to fix pretty
much
> anything on the car. She sortof gave me that "hmmmm" look I see so often.
> As in, "hmmmm, something about this smells wrong". As in, "hmmmm, how
long
> before bits of my car end up in the blue racer...".
> But if I can sell her on a Spit, why not a Spit 6? She has always been
> unwilling to use a lot of revs with her motors, so a GT6 engine would be a
> far better choice for her than a Spit motor. And if a GT6 engine, well,
why
> not a TR6 mill instead?
> I'd better find her another Alfa before I start re-reading that whole FOT
> string on the aluminum V8s...
> Scott
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