It seems I'm not the only one out there. That's good to know.

However, I have noticed that you all cope rather well with the disinterest of your better halves. There is one lesson Ive taken from reading your messages, and that is, they can't beat you, they can't stop you and, in most cases, they don't want to join you; so don't let them decide for you!

It's a classic example of the victory of male chauvinism over chivalry. I'd like to think that both these things still exist. The former, without question, is clearly ahead in terms of the number of times at rears its head. Although, as the dominant sex, we would unamimously agree that it is not at all an ugly one!

I remain adamant that we ought to find a happy medium between pursueing our chosen hobby and keeping our dearest content.
How is this to be done?

Well, from your comments, I see that this is a difficult task, and one that has been, obviously, attempted by you all. The saying, "if you can't beat them, join them" must have been first uttered by a man (probably with a wife who lifts weights). As it seems that our women (with exception of PatBWhite's girlfriend) (who is clearly a saint, or simply crazy) feel under no obligation to "join" in with our pursuits.

Which leads me to the conclusion that we should let them do their things and we should find like minded fellows to race on those days which are not reserved for shopping or visiting the in-laws. If they complain that you are not giving them enough attention, organise for one of your good looking female friends to acompany you for a driving session and invite her home to discuss the day's fun and that hilarious incident when that guy with the male reproductive organ extension Savage challenged you to a race and embarrassed himself as you beat him by over 30 metres! This will guarantee to provoke an appearance of her feminine jealousy and inate competitive streak and she will happily tag along, thermos in hand, to the next Savage WHOOPING session.

Either that or you'll have to find another girlfriend.. Oh well, life's one big risky game, full of battles between love and nitro. And every battle has casualties!!


Before I forget; the thing with the revving noises... of course "I" don't do that, oh no. A friend of mine told me that story. And before you ask who it was; I couldn't possibly say, PatBWhite would kill me. So you'll never know!!