I’m just not that into cars. I like mine to be clean, run well, and get good gas milage. I am not worried about whether or not it looks sexy or cool.

One of my best friends has a very different outlook on cars. She and her husband are devoted hobbyists and spend more money annually on their beloved cars than I can even fathom. In fact, she just woke me up early this morning to ask if she could come over and show me her new billet grill. What? Um, OK. I was too sleepy to tell her that I could care less and before I knew it, I was rising shotgun on the way to breakfast and listening to my girlfriend go on and on about aluminum grades.

The pancakes rocked, though, so the morning wasn’t a total wash.