I love my car. The same cannot be said for our girlfriends. While women preoccupy themselves with petty endeavors such as matching today s outfit with their lipstick and avoiding another bad-hair day, we men admire something of real value and substance, our cars. Sure if you get off on cutting someone off, then you don't have the right set of tools under YOUR hood to get the job done on a woman. But then again, you might take pleasure in going for a romantic drive with it, stroking its fender, and admiring its bumper.
Cars are an inanimate substitute for the real hot-blooded thing.