Confessions
of a Car Girl...Part 3
by Nika
of Racerchicks.com
Commitment?
A girlfriend of a racerdude friend recently
blurted out “if he would give me even half as
much attention as he does that race car I’d be
a happier woman”. We had somehow got on the
conversation about “commitment” and the ring
she sees in her future. It was here where her
contempt for racing surfaced. Words like
“commitment phobic” and “still a child that
plays with toys” were thrown out as I kept my
best poker face I could muster – seems I lack
in that female buddy-bond that would comfort
and agree without question. I patted her back
in a phony way , reminding her how devoted to
the relationship my friend is, but deep down I
knew it would take some wine, chocolate and
about 8 hours to explain the true psyche of a
racers mind; (this is for both racerchicks and
racerdudes) and I wasn't sure she'd want to
hear it.
Race cars are toys
– but for big boys and girls. It doesn’t mean
we are children, we just focus our
attention on to these fine pieces of machinery
to keep our minds and bodies busy. Unlike
other hobbies like gardening or golf, racing
takes place mostly on weekends and in all but
the worse weather. Tracks are not always close
to outlet malls and the words “gourmet” and
“track food” rarely go together. From the dent
in our pocket books you can see we certainly
don't do this for the money! Why are we
racers? Why are others not? I ask.
I pitied her for
feeling like she had to compete with his race
car for affection – instead of embracing how
much fun it could be if she got involved with
him. I play with cars – I always have so I
related to the joy one gets after a good wax
and polish job on those mobile works of art.
But alas my dear friend's mate may find a
piston ring instead of a diamond ring in her
stocking this Christmas.
Racers aren’t
commitment phobic – we are all committed to
fast laps, smooth corners and motorsports. I’d
rather be in a Nomex straight jacket! I doubt
Martha Stewart will ever have an special
magazine issue on car care but having my "veal
chop with roasted pepper coulis au jus" isn’t
half as exciting as a quick lap time.
For
comments, feedback and just plain greetings,
feel free to e-mail me at nika@racerchicks.com
or AOL IM "racernika"
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