Just ordered my wife this for her birthday in April. Perhaps a few extra special days for me ahead.
Whoa. Safe to say she’ll appreciate it. If you were buying a ring, it would fit.
Special days and special favors. She’ll never be able to deny you your purchases of brew equipment. I assume by special days you mean brew days. “Honey, why don’t you take a ride in that lovely BMW I bought for you; I’m gonna stay home and brew a Belgian or German beer. See ya! Have a nice day! Don’t worry 'bout me; I’ll be okay.” ;D
Dude, you totally got me…securing my “man cave time” in the brewery and anything I “need” to purchase.
It’s easy because we’re all pretty much the same. We love our girls/wives, but our hobby comes in at a close second to them. It’s balancing the two things that is the challenge, and it looks like you’ve mastered it.
3-years ago got a sweet deal on Mini Cooper s countryman. Fun car to drive but man, they are quirky. Always some warning light popping on…engine fault, etc. and those damn Michelin no flat tires…worthless. When they catch a nail, almost impossible to plug so you need a whole new tire at $250. Glad to be done with this car.
Does any one know the difference between a BMW and a porcupine?
Nope.
On the porcupine, the pricks are on the outside…
;D
Women tend to get a pass on the hate and stereotype. It’s usually a pretty good reflection of male, owners though.
This would have been my choice…
I was just have a little fun, looks like a nice vehicle for her. Hopefully someday I’ll be able to spend money on a nice car for my wife instead of dumping money into a brewery.
Appreciated …I’m a ball buster also.
Someday when I’m done with open air on two wheels, I’m all about the corvette. I still thinks it’s one of the best value performance cars in the world…and its American made.
I have a friend who has one of the new ones, it is bad ass.
My Dad had both a 'vette and a BMW when I was a kid. They were both great cars, but I liked the Corvette much better. It was pretty tough to stuff a family of 4 in there, though. My brother kept kicking my shins and my head would bounce off the rear window if we hit any bumps in the road.
Sounds like fond memories [emoji16]
The first car I drove (tractors and trucks in hay fields not counting) was my older brothers 63 vette. I was 12 years old. It was awesome, but not what I would call a comfy ride nowadays