You know you're a hot rodder if...
 

You know you're a hot rodder if...

1) You spend more time in your garage than with your wife/family
2) You've sat on your garage floor making engine sounds with a plate in your hand as steering wheel and a fork as shifter. (I know I've done it........too many times)
3) You're wildest dreams are about that perfect hot rod with that perfect engine and color:
4) If you're talking about your "babe" it's always gonna be your car.
5) You get stressed out and nervous attacks if the newest edition of some hotrodder magazine didnt arrive in the mail yet.
6) You're a member of hotrodders.com :pimp: :D ;)

Mike

Nothing spells relief like:

StreetRod Magazine !!!

you spend at least an hour a day on this site

you own any car that gets 6miles to the gallon or worse

have any parts store on speed dial

your garage will not fit a car because of tools and parts

oil stains on the driveway

Scuffed knees
Scuffed elbows
Scuffed hands
You´re either ***** up head down or you´re wife talks to your lower legs and feet while you´re under the car.
You take out the kid´s Sesame street DVD and make him watch awesome street cars with you at dinner.(He loves them)

...the beginning intro to the Van Halen song "Hot for Teacher", sounds to you just like a hot cammed V8.:thumbup:

I am a Hot Rodder, my name is Tazz!
 

I have Auto Zone and Murray's both on my speed dial?? My wife cralls under the car to talk with me, I can't hear her otherwise and its a good excuse for her to pass tools! My garage is FULL of parts and tools with a little room for 3 cars....LOL


Tazz


Rat Rods Rule!

# The emissions test guy starts laughing as soon as you pull onto the rollers.
# You can't drive your car in the rain.
# Your 'significant other' is afraid to drive your car.
# You are afraid to drive your car.
# You spend more on tires than on food.
# You spend more on car insurance than on house payments.
# You look in a state police car and see a picture of your car taped to the dash.
# You have to go to the track to buy gas.
# Your mechanic names the new wing of his shop after you.
# You're tempted to wear your fire suit just to drive to the office.
# You arrive somewhere before you left.
# You get pulled over for doing 155 in a 35 but the cops will let you go if "they can look under the hood."
# You remove the $2000 stereo system to save 6 lb. of weight.
# You are not allowed to run in the Silver State Challenge.
# You get an anonymous phone call asking if you are interested in being in the Cannonball Run.
# Your face looks like you are riding a NASA centrifuge when you drive the car.
# You need parachute braking.
# Your 'Significant other' won't even ride in the car.
# There is no possible way to "sneak out" of your neighborhood at 6 am.
# Your pets scramble for their hiding spots as soon as the garage door is opened. (Pets, and all the neighbors...)
# Family photos throughout the house are replaced with life-sized posters of your car.
# Fuel is delivered to your home: in 55 gallon drums!
# You carry earplugs in your car.(doesn't everybody???)
# You find out that side mirrors don't hold up at speeds exceeding 145 mph
# You have to screw your slicks to the wheels.
# Your exhaust pipes are larger in diameter than your driveline.
# Your fuel pump flows enough to water a golf course.
# Your compression's high enough you could run diesel fuel.
# Your engine idles at 2800 rpm.
# You measure the fuel you use in "gallons per mile".

406chevelle

The most common one.....

You don't even bother to try and get that grime from under your fingernails anymore....

If its like my house.....You have dates of every rod run marked on the new calender but none of you family's birthdays:thumbup:
Or.... you plan you vacation around car show season!
Later,
WEIMER

You talk to your car.

You listen when your car talks back.

During a conversation, you tend to listen to your car more closely than you do your significant other.

You have a Car Fund piggy bank (HemmieGremmie
:thumbup: )

The sound of a V8 running open headers give your loins a tingle.



MoocH

You know your a hot rodder if you use a 5 gallon bucket for a seat because you have no interior in yet. :thumbup:

your a rodder when your wife asks to be buried next to the garage so you will come and visit her when shes gone. :thumbup:

Hahahhaa! good one Fisher.

i thought poncho's was pretty good, right after i read that i checked my nails. lol.

My uncle did that with his car after he put the cam in it :sweat: I walked up and asked him what he was doing kneeled down behind his car as it ran. He doesn't huff so I knew that wasn't it :rolleyes: he just held his hand up to me to be quiet and said "Shhhh... it talking to me... listen..." The idle changed a bit and got just a little rough and he said "There! Ya hear it? Its talkin.." :drool: