Looks like some of you guys got good ones and others got bitches, and occasionally a few in between.

I would have to say I'm very lucky. my wife practically grew up in a gas station (she thiks the smell of oil and fuel is sexy! ) because her grandfather owned one and her father ran the service station in it during her younger years. she loves cars and everything about cars. she also grew up around car shows and the racetrack because her family has several vintage jaguars that they show and her dad is the current board president of Rocky Mountain Vintage Racing. she loves to be around when I'm working on the car and often times when I'm doing engine work she'll hop inside the car and clean and vacuum the interior. we can talk about cars for hours at a time (unless I get too technical, she gets a little confused) and if we could afford to buy the pieces she would follow me to the ends of the earth to help me get them and install them on the car

oh did I forget? she's a model too