Going on apps to find a wife is like going into the pit lane at a NASCAR lane to find a family hauling car. It’s not the right place for it, no wonder you won’t find a nice Toyota Camry. Sure, you’ll see something with the basic shape, with the nameplate, and the brand, but it’s not a Camry in the ways that count. It’s not meant to be….it’s at a racetrack. It’s there to race (I.e. sportfuck).
There are a few normal, sedate, off-the-factory floor camry’s that make their way into the racetrack thinking they’ll find an owner, too, but they pull out onto the oval and feel the buffeting from racecars going 185 miles an hour and just as quickly pull back into the pit lane to go home.
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