There is a disease with no cure that is spreading. It's hard to tell who around you may have this Syndrome and it is easily infected, so you never know when you might catch it. You may be out in public one day and you sit down next to some guy who looks normal through you feel there is something different about him and you have a small conversation and when you get home later you find out you caught it!
It is mostly caught at Car Shows, Bike Shows and Drag Races. You attend one of these shows for your first time as a spectator, you see the rows of nice Hot Rods and Muscle cars with their custom metal flake and candy paint jobs, pro street tires and narrow rear ends, and pinstripping. Maybe even a few of the cars are doing burnouts and your see the big V8s lined up side by side, getting ready to race down the ¼th mile! You spend all day hearing loud engines reving with their rumbling sound and seeing rows of custom Bobbers, Choppers and Hot Rods that when you get home at the end of the day you realize you've caught the syndrome!
If you are younger you may start to realize it when you are in your room and you see your Hot Wheels and Matchbox Cars in your room. After a while of playing with them, you start to think that they aren't good enough anymore. You think these cars need a custom paint job, and blower, drag tires, etc.
Maybe if you are older you are in the car driving home and you pass the Harley dealership on the way home that you pass everyday. You look at the stock Harley's that you have seen many times before and this time while looking you think about Chopping the rear fender and putting on a smaller Gas Tank, different front end, maybe some new Handle Bars and white wall tires just a different bike and you start day dreaming the build for the next 15 mins long after the light had already turned green.
Maybe you went a Drag Race when you were younger and while you were coming home from the Drags riding in the back of your parents SUV you stop at the light. While you are stopped you look out your window seeing the annoying ricer next you reving his fart sounding engine and you wish you had a Big Block Chevy, or Hemi Mopar or Ford so you could leave that ricer far behind you. If you had that car you would race it every week to become king of the strip.
So now you have this Syndrome and you find yourself everyday thinking of what you what do to that car you see on Speed Channel, or that stock EVO powered Harley your neighbor has down the street or if you see a car in google you think about how you would Chop it and put a bigger motor in it. Everytime you see a car now you think like this and you will think like this forever unless your girlfriend happens to find the Cure for it but until then you do find yourself doing this everyday and it never goes away.
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