I try not to keep score with my friends, my family and especially not with my wife. I really don’t care who paid for the last meal or who’s picked up the kids from school the most.

In fact, not keeping score has allowed me to keep a smile on my face during moments that would send most folks to the loony bin. Like the time Freiburger and I checked into and out of the same fleabag motel four days in a row.

Every day I woke up thinking this was the day we’d drive that junkyard ’68 Cuda home and every night we’d haul our luggage back into a different motel room in the same parking lot after the brake system wouldn’t function or we realized we were missing a part to make the transmission work. This could have been the most frustrating series of events ever but I found that treating each day like Adam Sandler in the movie 50 First Dates is quite helpful navigating long periods of suck.

In the end, the process of wrench, hotel, sleep, wrench and repeat turned into an epic episode of Roadkill as the audience watched us suffer for days while we tried to leave town in a car we bought unassembled and tried to get running within the confines of a wrecking yard.

Not keeping score that week helped me keep my sanity the same way not worrying about how far I can drive on a tank of gas behind the wheel any of my cars allows me to enjoy my projects even in the face of single digit fuel economy. Blasphemi, with its 528ci supercharged Hemi, only gets about 7mpg when towing a trailer during drag and drive events but the wheelies it does on the dragstrip more than make up for its inefficiency on the street.

See, the true key to automotive happiness is to drive a car that does something exceptionally fun even if has the efficiency of a Mack truck. It also helps to have the attention span of a carrot and the memory to match. This shirt is for everyone with a car that passes everything but a gas station and who smiles no matter bad the sting at the pump is.