Do you ever talk to your car??

If so what have said to her?. When I left my shoebox at Cobo with a friend of mine Bill Jagenow from Brothers Custom Auto, I tapped her on the fender before leaving her there and said "Now you be a bad girl for these nice people".
I know it sounds weird but I`m sure at one time or another you must have said something to your car you`d like to share...
Time-Bomb John

 

everytime i get out of my daily i always pat the hood and say "thank you" not so much because she didnt break down, but because she works her ass off for me...

 

I don't talk to it as much as I would say I call it things. *&&^%$#@@ OUCH, you no good *&&%&%$$%^&%$$%!

 

yes...the doc says that she'll up my prescription soon and the voices should all go away.

 

Talking to your car is probably in the same category as talking to yourself and I always say; it's ok to talk to yourself as long as you don't argue with the answers.

 

I thought I was the only one who talked to my ride

I often call my 48 panel my old friend as I pat the dash

 

My son has learned the only way you CAN work on a car is to talk to it while your working! At first he thought I was always talking to him and he would give me the "what did you say"?, "what tool do you need"? Now, he just waits until I say "Kyle, I need the...." Gotta talk to it whilst working!

51FourDoor

 

I usually plead with mine.....


-Jason

 

Yep. She's been in the Hill family longer than I have!

 

Hey, that's what I called mine just yesterday when upgrading the 1157 tail lamps to 2357s. First the left side "high beam" quit, then later the right side died. I apologized to her profusely when I fixed everything by replacing the signal flasher.

 

I usually threaten mine with taking it to the scap metal yard, and the threat is usually preceded and followed with a creative string of "colorful" words.

The main thing to remember is that a car is an inanimate object, therefore eventually it WILL respond to reason.

 

Well shes acting up i always pet the dash and say "its ok baby" LOL

 

For some reason I only talk to my 62 Chevy II, never the 32 three window. I usually only talk to it after I've ran the crap out of it and I'm reall proud of the way it performed. I think old tin has a soul that is just waiting to be loved by one of us.

 

Yes Timebomb, I talk to my Cadi all the time usually when were heading on a long haul to Paso or down the coast, I just sweet talk her and then thank her for getting us home safe and sound ! I kinda rub her dash sometimes too.
Rob

 

When I'm working on it I always say 'this is going to hurt me more than it does you'.

 

My great-grandfather used to "help the old girl (48 International truck)" up the steep hills of Roxborough, PA by rocking back and forth in his seat and talking to her during corn deliveries

 

Yes of course I talk to my car, I can't leave the garage without putting my foot on the rear panel just below the decklid area( no decklid at present,ones on it way though) and sort of bouncing the rear a little!Oh and my car is male,does this make me gay?

 

nothing polite.......

 

of course I do. it gets bad when she talks back though. Gotta keep the ole girl in line so I giver a little thrashing

 

...only when I'm pinching her knobs.

 

I remember getting lost in Michigan one summer while following another guy in his car.I was in my 56 Merc and when I lost him, I drove 65 miles out of my way.I stopped at a gas station for directions,got back in her,patted her on the dash and said 'No worries baby it`s just me and you now,so lets get home in one piece".She actually listened to me and 6 hrs later we were home safe and sound......Good car sweetie....I have a few break down stories as well with my other Merc built a few years earlier that probably would offend some people in Ohio...KKOA show 1996.....Oh the language we come up with sometimes.... Time-Bomb John Some of your replies had on the floor thanks, too funny....

 

No.. But it talks to me.. Tells me to do evil things.. And I never argue with it.

 

after she got vandelized in that warehouse and she put her self back together we've been real close... you know they dont make that shade of red anymore.....?

 

I do all the time. Matter of fact I just did this morning when I got one out to drive to work that hasn't seen the light of day all winter. I also told the others in the barn it would be their turn soon.
I think everyone does. Just most don't until something breaks...and then it is not nice.
Come to think of it, there were a lot of people 'talking' to Big Olds last weekend at the Autorama.

 

I tell mine it's a peice of shit all the time...

 

Almost every time I see her...I rub her roofline and fenders and tell her "when I get you on the road or track it'll be you and me, against the world" and usually a few other sweet words when she's not cooperating with me...I REALLY had to talk her into helping me put the 400 Poncho in her without a hitch...I'm gonna go talk to her now...

 

Years ago it was always ..."come on baby, come on baby, just start one more time and I promise I'll tune you up". usually followed by a "thank you, thank you, thank you."

Lately it's been..."hello beautiful you are looking as good as ever!"

I don't care what you guys think, when I flick on the light on in the garage, I get a big grin. I really like what I see.

I have to talk this way when I'm not working on them because you would not believe the ungodly thinks that I call them when things aren't going well. Say what you will but cussing out a car when the wrench slips and smashes your finger is still talking to the car.

 

please, PLEASE, make it home this time (kiss steering wheel)..new oil,plugs,tires, all those things I've been promising, I swear..(under your breath, its way too far to walk)...

 

I had gotten into the habit of patting the car and complimenting it every time we got home. I would say stuff like "Good job" or Nice run, thanks", things like that.

Well, this one time I didn't. I just drove it into the garage, shut it off, and went inside, without so much as a backward glance.

For the next two weeks that thing ran like crap. I was chasing different little gremlins every time we took it out. Nothing that would keep us home, but stuff just bad enough to ruin the fun of the ride.

You can bet I don't forget to talk to it or compliment it anymore!