Anyway, enough hyperbole for now. This is is about Christine...
For any of you who have not seen this movie, you may now pause the interweb machine and go do so. I will wait.
Anyway, I'm a movie going and movie watching type and remember this one fondly. A pretty girl and car with a bad attitude; what's not to like... So I started thinking of some of the similarities between this bike build and perhaps myself, and the movie. And yes, some are a little bit of a stretch.
It was the main character's Arnie's first car, spending all his free time working on it and fixing it up.
Arnie was a bit of a nerd in high school without many friends.
He bought it from a guy missing front teeth. Truth.
And the car like’s 50’s music.
Thankfully there are also many things not so similar. Like, the bike hasn’t caught fire; yet.
Bike won’t rebuild itself; that I've noticed anyway.
Bike hasn’t helped me pick up chicks; yet.
And yes, I'll leave out the whole possessed or demonic or revenge-esque angle, since motorcycling is a little bit superstitious as it is.
Anyway, at the end of it all, it is just a paint job on just a motorcycle tank and just a thing to fuss over or write about on some silly journal, so I put little importance on the whole thing. It's a good book and a good movie and has a bit of nostalgia in there, too. And these days I'm a little bit about that part, too.
Plus, we'll have to see if this idea doesn't outlast the next one that comes along. 'Cause that's part of the process, too.
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