I was reading this post over at Ms Single Mama Re: Can Men Feel Empathy? I replied as my serious self. Occasionally, I like to break wind or is that rules, and say something comical, even if it is only for my own amusement.

Some men are like Ferrari’s. Impractical yet good looking, Fast yet in need of constant servicing, the list could go on. Now women sometimes ignore their inner feelings and do a man thing and ignore all advice given and go in pursuit of something impractical and they get themselves a man who is good looking and great in bed. After awhile they begin to realise just how much servicing their ‘Ferrari’ needs. It becomes a bit of a chore. Plus the expense, the hair gel, the after shave, the nail therapy and don’t even start on the fuel that is required. They didn’t realise that while at the dealership, the kid did fit in the back, but now after a little while, you find that your ‘Ferrari’ is running out of puff and finding enough energy to lug the kid around is rather, well, laborious.

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The ‘Ferrari’ in the meantime, who is a bit shallow, is always paraded in front of mirrors and has only ever seen his beautiful side. He knows no different. He thinks he is the best thing since sliced bread. He begins noticing that his ‘buyer’ is not fully maintaining her service schedule that she promised when she made her initial transaction. He realises that he is being required to do ‘odd jobs’ that he was never intended to do. This weakens his mechanical system and he is finding it hard to perform to the owners full expectations.

Now Mrs Impractical, a mechanic by trade, saw her ‘Ferrari’ as a good purchase because she often worked with them. Because she had never paid the bill it never figured. Because she enjoyed her job, she never noticed the frequency of the services. On making her purchase she skited to all her friends about how much better this ‘Ferrari’ was going to be than any other model she had had previously. After time it became apparent that the ‘Ferrari’s’ shine had worn off. Instead of the continuing maintenence she got together with her friends and discussed the problems of having a fast, good looking car. She began to neglect her ‘Ferrari.’

Mr Ferrari on the other hand, was sick of being left in the garage. He was sick of looking so good but not getting to flex his mechanical muscle and show off his top speed. Just lately he had come close to his top speed but he threw a valve which collapsed his top end, which in turn sucked a pile of crap into his bottom end and he was in a terrible state, he was all inside out and upside down, all because his owner, Mrs Impractical, decided to change gear at an inapropriate level of revolutions. The whole incident fragged his main computer and he was a complete mess. Mrs Impractical thought that a car like this should be built to handle such ‘accidental’ actions and in her anger, tried snapping off his gear stick. As she grabbed at it, she rammed it into first gear and stomped on his go pedal. They spun around for what seemed like forever until he ran out of gas and she was thankful that she survived.

After all that has gone on Mr Ferrari realises that he needs an owner who is almost dead, can’t see, but has plenty of money. Mrs Impractical realises that she needs something more, well, useable. She realises that looks aren’t as important as being practical. She also realises that she would rather have something a little slower in the ‘drive’ department. Something that would go for longer and be far more economical. Something that should last for a few decades or more hopefully.