A Rabelaisian piece of expensively-painted sheet metal in the driveway.. stroked.. maybe on Saturdays?
with genuine carnauba wax

-or-


Closet-sized gun cabinet, stroked.. (they call it 'cleaning' - y'know?) maybe more often and with smellier solvents + a constant desire to go-out-and-Shoot-something

??



(Yes, then there are those with Both.)

{sigh} Perhaps this correlates with the invention of the 'Trophy Wife'? that which often ensues ... when the other trophies are no longer polished much ... in all that resultant solitude.



Just a hunch - oughtta be decent fodder for a PhD thesis or a six-pack of same?