I posted a version of this a few years back, thought it was worth re-visiting.
YOU MIGHT BE A REVHEAD IF.........
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 feel compelled on a road trip to beat your previous best time.
You are happiest when your street car's tires are worn to racing
depth and the wear bars are showing.
When something falls off your car, you wonder how much weight you
just saved.
When you hear 'overcooked it', instead of food you think 'off the
track'.
You sometimes hear little noises from your passengers when you get
on the throttle right after turning in.
You thoroughly enjoy showing the tailgater behind how to drive
around a highway off-ramp.
Your racing budget is one of the big three -- mortgage, car
payments/maintenance, family.
You walk proper lines through the supermarket.
You've been known to yell "It means 'check your mirrors'!" at your
television.
You've paid $1.50 a litre for Optimax without complaining.
You buy new parts because you don't know where you put the spares.
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!
You find that you need a new house because you've outgrown your
garage and the neighbors are threatening violence if you park one more
vehicle on the street or in the front yard.
The requirements you give your real estate agent are (in order of
importance):
1) 8 car climate controlled garage with an attached workshop.
2) Outside parking for 6 cars, a motorhome, a crew cab ute, a
28'enclosed trailer and a 34' 5th wheel.
3) 3 phase 240V outlets in the garage for your welder.
4) A grease pit.
5) Convenient to a hazardous waste disposal site.
6) Deaf neighbors.
7) Across the street from a paint and body shop.
8) Some sort of house with a working toilet and shower on the
property somewhere -or- hookups for the motorhome.
You measure all family acquisitions in terms of the number of race
tires that could have been purchased.
You know well that Orthodontic work is the equivalant of three sets
of tires.
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 look at the purchase of tools as a long term investment.
Your wife says, "If you buy another set of tires, I'm going shopping
in Paris."
Your garage holds more cars than your house has bedrooms.
You have enough spare parts to build another car.
More than one racer supply house recognizes your voice and greets
you by name when you call.
You have car parts in your cubicle at work.
You can't remember when you last worked on weekdays and rested on
weekends.
You're registered for wedding gifts at Eagle Spares and Stand 21.
Your Christmas list begins with another set of A032Rs and
Yellowstuff pads and your 'significant other' knows what they are.
After your answer to "What did you do this weekend?" the next
question is always: "And you do this for fun? Right?"
You have a separate drawer for 'garage clothes'.
Your reading material in your dunny consists of auto parts and
racing supply catalogs, several books written by famous drivers, every
book Stirling Moss has ever written.... and 400 car magazines, none of
which have
centerfolds.
People know you by your class letter, car number, and car color.
People know you by your "off"s". "Oh, you are the one stuck in the
mud at the Island last weekend!"
You talk to other cars on the road, calling them by the
manufacturer's name.
Your first date involves asking her to crew for you.
Your criteria for selecting a significant other include towing
skills.
Air tools are preferred, but optional.
Your friends don't recognize you without a helmet and driver's suit.
Your family remembers your hair color as "grease".
You plan your wedding around the race schedule.
You astound the boys at Repco by bringing in a snapped breaker bar
every other week or so.
You remember the dates and details of every race you've ever been
in, but can't remember your phone number.
Your family brings the couch into the garage so they can spend some
time with you.
You complain when cars in front of you on highway off-ramps don't
stay on the line, causing your exit speed to drop.
A neighbor asks if you have any oil, to which you query, "Synthetic
or organic?" and they reply, "Vegetable or corn."
You give out Grant Munday's number when a friend asks for a good
hardware store.
You refer to the corner down the street from your house as "Turn
One."
You look at the fire hydrant at that corner and see an apex marker.
You enjoy driving in the rain on the way to work or school.
You always late apex the intersection and try to pass a few cars
coming out.
Everywhere you go, you try to find the fastest line through the
turn.
You always do a toe & heel downshift while whoever might be your
passenger gives you a real funny look.
You can't stand anyone telling others how to drive. Of course, you
are the best.
You can't stand understeer.
You always want to change something in your street car to make it
handle better.
You will gladly pay up to $10 for a litre of engine oil.
You hate long distance driving, but you will gladly drive 800 miles
to the race track.
You think that traction control and ABS are for those who can't
drive.
You've ever 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 " momentos".
Your last several freeway forays included just brushing the curbs as
you apexed the on-ramps perfectly....
You've found your lawnmower runs pretty good on avgas (but doesn't
particularly care for alcohol).
The local tire shop won't honor the tread life warranty on any car
you have been within 50 metres of...
The shop manager at your local car dealer mutters "dear Lord" under
his breath after he sees the size of your exhaust piping.
The local police and Highway Patrol have a picture of your car taped
to their dashboard.
You spend more time polishing your exhaust tip every day than you do
bathing.
Instead of pictures in your wallet, you have timeslips.
You would choose a rollbar over air conditioning if it were an
option.
You enjoy driving through wet, empty parking lots and using the hand
brake to kick the back end out.
White smoke coming out from under your tires is a common sight.
You consider the redline a "conservative suggestion" and the rev
limiter "a fun limiter"
You spend more on insurance premiums than on food.
Your idea of a good time is sitting around figuring out gear ratios
and the ideal final drive ratio for given situations.
When someone refers to "The Good Book", you think of "The Auto Math
Handbook"
You have racing shops programmed on on your speed dialer.
You own five cars and only one of them is street legal.
You know the 1/4 mile times of your ride-on mower and want to
improve them.
You've embarrassed your significant other at least once by insisting
on wearing your full face helmet while driving.
You know the "racing line" of every turn in your daily commute,
including your alternate routes, and practice hitting them every day.
You quote your street tire wear life in weeks rather than Ks.
You regularly live test your rev limiter on that straight that's a
little too long for 2nd but not worth going into 3rd for.
You've started looking for sponsors for your daily driver.
You've slalomed in a construction zone, and counted your penalty
time in the rearview afterwards.
After you tell your wife where you'd like to go on your vacation she
answers: "Why... is there a race there?"
