You know your a gearhead if...

[TerminalVelocity]

you refer to the first corner by your house as "turn one"

you constantly tell your friends how fast you've been here..."I've taken this turn at 108mph"

you have to wear an oxygen mask like Air Force pilots when racing

you refuse to let any potential sports car pass you

you also can identify a car by its headlights

your ears go up like a dogs when you hear a nice exhaust or engine rev

you race shopping carts for a quick fix

you time yourself at the gas station (fill up, clean windows, check fluids, etc)

you custom mounted a set of Eibach's, Bilstien's and 1.5" sway bars onto your office chair that also has a Sparco racing seat with a 4-point Simpson harness

you have 2 pieces of wood on your driveway so you car wont scrape when you pull in

you replaced the airfilter in your mom's geo with a conical K&N

your garage looks like a high preformance parts store

the Snap-on guy comes directly to your house

your buying 2 new tires every month

you have your license, registration, and proof of insurance out at the slightist posibility that the car behind you is a cop

there are burn out marks all the way down your block

when your having a BBQ at your house your block looks like a car show

when ur bored u just cruise the streets lookin for someone to fuck with

your only home to eat, sleep and work on your car

you take your date to either the dragstrip, street races or a car show

you keep your tickets displayed on the wall

you take every curb/speedbump at an angle and at 1MPH so you don't scrape (or some of us rally over it to catch air...redneck)

you park your car yourself, no valet stuff

you hate birdshit with a passion

the "Oh Shit" handle is grabbed by the passenger more than once in a quick trip to 7-11 for some munchies

you rev on cops that have people pulled over (mainly to piss the guy off that's pulled over...expecially if you know him/her)

no matter how big of a rush your in...you'll stop to look at a tricked out car

you rather starve then not eat at Taco Bell atleast once a week

only bathroom you use at night is either the one at chevron or some bushes

you have a "people should take the bus" mentality

you have no choice but to park next to someone...you jot down the cars make, year, model and licence plates number incase you come back to find a scratch or dent

you find yourself talking to your car while driving as if it were a passenger

people drive you crazy when they give you "wrong" information on their car (DMC12...."its a fiero with a v12")

you have a tendency to "drive it like you stole it"

you rather be "blown than stroked"

:bandit:

[Polygon]

Yes, I fall under many of those, I think it is scarry that I can indentify cars by their headlights.

And the oh shit bars, the Vision has them but the LeBaron didn't. It was always funny having someone reach for them and then when they couldn't find them they'd blurt out OH SHIT!!

[TerminalVelocity]

in Rednecks nova, your hand would get cut if you tryed that

[94svt5.0]

I can identify crown vic lights from 1/2 a mile away. Now, when I park in a parking lot, its in the very back, at least 10 empty spaces between the nearest car is a must, and I double park. If there is some type of curb area I park next to it, to minimize available contact area. If I have no other option and have to park next to another car, i memorize there liscence plate. Dents, I must not get a dent!

[TatII]

wow i fit into alot of these, heres what i fit into.

1: you constantly tell your friends how fast you've been here..."I've taken this turn at 108mph"

2: you also can identify a car by its headlights * i can even identfy them by seeing only a part of the 3/4 panel and the rest of the car is covered by a tree and otehr cars, and i can almost specifiy with nissan's on which year they're from and what generation they are just by look at small portion of the car*

3: your ears go up like a dogs when you hear a nice exhaust or engine rev

4: there are burn out marks all the way down your block

5: you hate birdshit with a passion * i get bombed atleast once a day!!*

6: no matter how big of a rush your in...you'll stop to look at a tricked out car * i hit a curb like that once, and i popped my tires liek that once, and got into many close calls casue i was too mesomorized lolz*

7: you find yourself talking to your car while driving as if it were a passenger

8: people drive you crazy when they give you "wrong" information on their car (DMC12...."its a fiero with a v12")
*those guys dont' deserve their cars if they can't even identify their own car*

9: you rather be "blown than stroked" * yup i'd rather be forced induced then to have a stroker kit ^_^*

[DMC12]

It used to be really easy to tell cars by their headlights at night... now Kias look like Bentlys, etc...

Yes. I'll remeber that night for a long time ("its a fiero with a v12")

"you keep your tickets displayed on the wall"- When its a milestone in the miscarriage of U.S. justice, then yes I do.

No valet for me... haven't you seen "Ferris Bueler's Day Off"?

[-The Stig-]

Originally posted by TerminalVelocity
in Rednecks nova, your hand would get cut if you tryed that

PSHHH ... SO? You sound like its a bad thing? Like Tetnis shots dont hurt!



Hell we put the OH SHIT handles to use in the Pathfinder... OH BEHOLD THE GLORY of the PATHFINDER!! *chants n mumbles*

Oh the Rally sessions the Pathfinder had... like that one time we rallied in the field with the dirt bikers? ahhaha

For you folks at home, we found this open field next to a freeway and with our adventurous spirits we decided to test the Pathfinders abilities... WEEEE!

So we see these kids ridding Honda's, Suzuki's and the such in the dirt trying like hell to be like the next motocross superstar. And here comes this 87 Nissan Pathfinder 4x4 drifting through the sand and dirt with 3 guys yellin obsenities passing them up like no tommorow taking the 2ft 'whoops' (jumps) like it was nothing... They must of felt like crap... Im sorry Kids... no wait.. no im not! You got OWNED by the PATHFINDER!!! hahahaha. We later almost rolled the mighty Pathfinder going 50mph up a slight embankment which launched us... as we landed I made a abbrupt turn as the left side of the car came up... the oh shit handles were in full use...

About a year and half later told my mother of what i did to her Pathfinder... lets just say she hit me really really hard. But it was worth it.

[TerminalVelocity]

you forgot the wookie hanging out the window flailing at the kids!

Ah the days of the pathfinder...we must do it again sometime for old times sake

[-The Stig-]

You think the primary purpose of wings is to PREVENT flight.

You take your helmet along when you go to buy new eyeglasses or check out cars.

You are happiest when your street car's tires are worn to racing depth and the wear bars are showing.

When something falls off of your car, you wonder how much weight you just saved.

Your email address refers to your race car rather than to you.

You've paid $4.00 a gallon for gas without complaining.

You bought a race car before buying a house.

You bought a race car before buying furniture for the new house.

You're looking for a tow vehicle and still haven't bought furniture!

The requirements you give your real estate agent are (in order of importance):
1) 8 car climate controlled garage with an attached shop.
2) Outside parking for 6 cars, a motor home, a crew cab dually, a 28' enclosed trailer and a 34' 5th wheel.
3) 3 phase 220V outlets in the garage for your welder.
4) A grease pit.
5) Deaf neighbors.
6) Some sort of house with a working toilet & shower on the property - or - hookups for the motor home.

You sit in your race car in a dark garage and make car noises and shift and practice your heel and toe, while waiting for your motor to get back from the machine shop.

You have enough spare parts to build another car.

More than one racer supply store recognizes your voice and greets you by name when you call.

You think the last line of the Star Spangled banner is: "Racers start your engines!"

People know you by your class, car number, and car color.

You astound the clerk at Sears by bringing in a snapped breaker bar every other week or so.

Your family brings the couch into the garage to spend time with you.

A neighbor asks if you have any oil, to which you query, "Synthetic or organic?" and they reply, "Vegetable or corn."

You enjoy driving in the rain on the way to work.

You always want to change something on your street car to make it handle better.

You've tried to convince your wife you needed that flow bench to fix the air filter on her station wagon.

You save broken car parts as "momentous".

You've found your lawnmower runs pretty good on 108 octane gas (but doesn't particularly care for alcohol).

The local police and state highway patrol have a picture of your car taped to their dashboard.

Instead of pictures in your wallet, you have time slips.

You quote your street tire wear life in weeks rather than miles.

After you tell your wife where you'd like to go on vacation she answers: "Why...is there a race there?"

You know at least three 1-800 numbers to aftermarket parts houses by heart.

You are on a first-name basis with owners of every local speed shop.

You want to take apart and rebuild things, even though they are not broken.

You have the monetary equivalent of a lunar rocket invested in it, but your car still won't cut a good light or run the number.

You own a vehicle that has at least 500 horsepower more than when it came out of Detroit.

You look for hi-po cars in the movies and try to guess what engine size, tire size, and whether or not it has nitrous in it.

You are the type of person who goes postal when you have to sit in a traffic jam for more than five minutes, yet you can spend five hours in the staging lanes.

Every stoplight becomes a practice tree to test your ability to tree the guy in the other lane's eyes out.

You wash your car like it was your firstborn child, you tend to its needs like it was your own body, you protect it like it's your family, then you drive it like you stole it.

You understand racing is a way of life, not just a means of transportation.

[Monkey-Magic-S15-R]

i fall under many of those too altho looking at a car and nearly hitting a cop doesn't seem to be listed under that ..........................

[Toksin]

The local police and state highway patrol have a picture of your car taped to their dashboard.

:hehehe: :hehe: :hehehe: :hehe:

[Layla's Keeper]

You forgot these.

You know you're a gearhead if...

...you can pronounce Murciealago, even though you failed spanish twice in high school

or

...you can prounounce Xsara, even though you failed french twice in high school.

...you lust after parts for cars you don't even own. (wow! Check out that set of aluminum lower control arms for a Volvo P1800es.)

...you've haggled over the remains of lower models of great sportscars, knowing that all that stood between the scrap in question and true motoring bliss was a handful of bolt-on parts from the manufacturer. Even though you also knew that the manufacturer was no longer in existance and that the parts you need are obscenely expensive and keeping the OG examples running. (this happened to my Dad when he was Austin-Healey shopping)

...you left flowers on the grave of at least one great driver/designer. (Bill Mitchell and Raymond Loewy, in my case)

[DeViL]

you take every curb/speedbump at an angle and at 1MPH so you don't scrape

I supremely fall under this one. I already said before about my 300 pound friend getting in and scraping the exhaust tips because how heavy he was. I don't even think I'm going a 1 mph when rolling over a speed bump.

[carrrnuttt]

How about being able to name what part you were working on for every scar on your hands/fingers?

How about the fact that your engine bay is cleaner than your bedroom?

I fall in both categories, and a lot of the previous ones...

[danno_SS]

You know you're a gearhead if...

Gojo exists in all bathrooms in your household.

You own more coveralls than dress pants.

You've grown to like the taste of 30 weight on your pizza or burger.

You're fairly confident that, after tunning them up, all of your family members' cars can cut 14s

You haven't been to the doctor or dentist in 13 years, yet you service your car religiously and get it detailed at least every other month.