Oliver

I love . . .
having an unrestricted view of the world around me; with the wind blowing against my skin (since I don't have long hair) and the sun shining (bright white clouds overhead, especially the day after it rains). I like being able to hear my surroundings, with the sound of the VQ (my engine) in the background. And smelling In-N-Out each time I pass by one on the freeway. I like hugging the chicanes of the mountain canyons with my fellow Z and G(35) drivers. (And even the S, 7 and 8 drivers.) I like them curves. Because flat and straight is unappealing. Yeah, you may think that I love my car—the first time I saw the Z Roadster, I knew I had to have one—but the truth is that I'm passionate about ANY car that evokes emotion. (Enzo, 300C, S2000, C36, Gremlin ) Maybe you're passionate about basketball, poker, Desparate Housewives, video games, porn, shopping, mold, dust, whatever. . . My passion is cars. Always has been. Always will be. Sometimes you'll hear me say: My garage will someday be as big as my house. What's your passion?

I'm a dork. Yes. I'm full of useless(?) facts. "Did you know. . .?" Some people can't stand me. Maybe their brains are already full. I won't be satisfied until I know everything about everything! Why? I don't know!

Sometimes I run. Sometimes I hide. Sometimes I'm scared of you. Um . . . WTF? WTH did that lame song pop into my head for? Anyway—like I even care about this crap—but I'm a Taurus and was born in the year of the Dragon. So, all you non-Dragons, stop calling yourselves one. (like I care! ) And in case you were wondering: It's MY birthday! (so give me a kiss . . . but only if you're a girl . . . and cute . . . and . . .)