I just need to vent out here for a bit...
I love my car. I love ALL types of cars. My friends are very aware of my addiction, and they are quite amused by it. They are all in to sports, drinking, lifting, typical stuff...stuff I can not absolutely relate to, but on the flip side, they can not relate to my interests.
But somehow we all manage to be friends and enjoy each others company.
Many times while hanging around with them, they notice me, staring at the beer in my hand with the most serious look on my face. Deep in thought. They describe the way I look to that of someone in deep depression, struggling with some extreme internal conflict in my head.
They're right...I don't know what car part to buy next.
And this is where my venting begins. Of course, I own a Mustang. And as we all know, the Mustang has VAST amounts of aftermarket parts to its availability. From exterior, to interior and under the hood. IT FRUSTRATES ME. There are multiple options for virtually every component on this car. And I want them all....
Of course, I do not have the money to get 'em all, so, I have to lay all possible candidates out for the specific part of my car I want to mod and go though a process of elimination by spending countless hours researching, reading reviews on forums and watching YouTube videos.
I have watched every possible exhaust video on every possible set up for my car on YouTube....and I still can not make my mind up on what I want. Pathetic? Yes, I know.
And here's where my real problem kicks in. ONCE I have finally eliminated all inferior options and FINALLY set my heart on what I want.....I see a forum thread that I must have skipped over.....that talks about one of the options I eliminated...and it was given a great review....BETTER THAN THE PART I HAD SETT 100% OF MY HEART TO. And thus, the process starts over again, reading things I've already read, watching videos I've already watched. Going back and forth between different manufacturing companies. Torn between time and space, flip-flopping my final answers until I'm sitting in the bar, with a few good friends, staring at the beer in my hand, oblivious the world around me, as they talk about last nights football game...what the hell is football?