Cars are like Wives
I was driving around Salt Lake City and in football they say “Keep your head on a swivel.” The same is true in life on the road. Just take everything in. You never know what you’ll see.
Today on my way back from a Toyota dealership for an oil change (79,500 Miles by the way!) – I saw a creepy van with a bumper sticker that said “Cars are like Wives. If it ain’t yours, don’t touch.” 
Seems like an interesting analogy. My immediate reaction was “Cars are like wives, I accidentally banged yours.”
So I started writing a zillion:
“Cars are like wives. Now you know why gay guys ride bicycles?”
“Cars are live Wives, if you make enough money, you can constantly trade in for the newer model”
“Cars are like Wives in Salt Lake City. If you make enough money, you can have as many as you want”
“Cars are like Wives in Seattle. The most reliable ones are battery powered.”
A few facebook friends chimed in:
“Cars are like wives. My first one was a piece of shit.”
“Cars Are Like EX-Wives. Mine makes horrible noises, smokes and the interior is ruined.”
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