The only thing my wife hates more than my Viper is a headache. But then again, she hates the way I breathe, the way I pick out clothes, the fact that I might snore, the way I walk, the way I eat, the fact that I selectively listen to her, the music I listen to, and a few other choice things. She does like the color though, inside and out.
I had to fly her out to the last VOI to meet me. That was the last thing concerning my car she will ever go to. She hates the top down....her hair whips around and hits her in the face (better the wind than me). The sound causes ringing in her ears. She can't understand how I would ever want to work on the car, or why I clean it so much.
But she never busts my b*lls about going anywhere or doing anything with the car. Wait, she did once, but I think she regrets it. She'd better not, I do enough for the family.....the car is my time. In 40-50 years I'll be dead, then what? Life is short.
This year, VOI 7, I'm going solo. Like it better that way.
Thanks, now my blood pressure is higher than it was a few minutes ago.