[pennsiveguy]

If you have as many or more containers of engine assembly lube as you have containers of skin care products, you're a car guy.

If the scents of methanol, nitromethane, 110-octane race gas, and diesel fuel are as invigorating to you as your girlfriend's scent on your bed linens, you're a car guy.

If the scent of burning clutch lining is as repulsive to you as your ex-wife's perfume, you're a car guy.

If you can reach into your laundry hamper on any arbitrary day and fish out at least one garment that reeks of degreaser/carb cleaner/brake cleaner/lacquer thinner, your car-guy credentials are unassailable.

If you and your dad talk more about the cars you've owned than you do about the women you've known, you're a car guy. And so, saints be praised, is your dad.