I Chnge might relate to this story.
My old ride was a 22 year old Datsun King Cab. It got me to work and back, and hauled firewood and stuff from Home Depot, and that was about it. I washed it maybe once a year. Had it for 18 years.
Cut to my Av. Found CAFCNA the week I was looking at Avs to replace the Datsun. I've learned a lot. Became an SM. Printed out the brochures to tag other Avs with. Started modding a little (amber DRLs, Maglite, Snakeeyes, and running boards are about my limit for now.) I now know about detailing.
I check into the website a couple of times a day... etc.
A few days ago, half in jest (?) my wife told me that she had never seen me so wrapped up in something and had decided that the club was really a cult.
Whoa, whoa, whoa... waitaminnit...
Lessee here. She's involved with a group of people that wear funny hats, clothes that look alike, and special shoes. The kitchen counter is littered with magazines and catalogs for her "religion". They meet early in the morning several days a week and travel far in the pursuit of their "religion". Depending on the "worship" of the day, she has 2 different expensive, er, "thrones" from which to chose. They drink special potions.
Right now, one of the "high priests" she follows is on a great quest in France. She watches his travails on OLN every day.
That's right, she's a bike rider, road and mountain...
And she has the nerve to say that CAFCNA, my Avy, and me are a cult. Sheesh...
BTW, I parlayed her bike obsession into a 42" plasma TV with a little patience...
My old ride was a 22 year old Datsun King Cab. It got me to work and back, and hauled firewood and stuff from Home Depot, and that was about it. I washed it maybe once a year. Had it for 18 years.
Cut to my Av. Found CAFCNA the week I was looking at Avs to replace the Datsun. I've learned a lot. Became an SM. Printed out the brochures to tag other Avs with. Started modding a little (amber DRLs, Maglite, Snakeeyes, and running boards are about my limit for now.) I now know about detailing.
I check into the website a couple of times a day... etc.
A few days ago, half in jest (?) my wife told me that she had never seen me so wrapped up in something and had decided that the club was really a cult.
Whoa, whoa, whoa... waitaminnit...
Lessee here. She's involved with a group of people that wear funny hats, clothes that look alike, and special shoes. The kitchen counter is littered with magazines and catalogs for her "religion". They meet early in the morning several days a week and travel far in the pursuit of their "religion". Depending on the "worship" of the day, she has 2 different expensive, er, "thrones" from which to chose. They drink special potions.
Right now, one of the "high priests" she follows is on a great quest in France. She watches his travails on OLN every day.
That's right, she's a bike rider, road and mountain...
And she has the nerve to say that CAFCNA, my Avy, and me are a cult. Sheesh...
BTW, I parlayed her bike obsession into a 42" plasma TV with a little patience...