The emissions test guy starts laughing as soon as you pull onto the rollers.

You can't drive your car in the rain.

Your 'significant other' is afraid to drive your car.

You are afraid to drive your car.

You spend more on tires than on food.

You spend more on car insurance than on house payments.

You look in a state police car and see a picture of your car taped to the dash.

You have to go to the track to buy gas.

Your mechanic names the new wing of his shop after you.

You're tempted to wear your fire suit just to drive to the office.

You arrive somewhere before you left.

You get pulled over for doing 155 in a 35 but the cops will let you go if "they can look under the hood."

You remove the $2000 stereo system to save 6 lb. of weight.

You are not allowed to run in the Silver State Challenge.

You get an anonymous phone call asking if you are interested in being in the Cannonball Run.

Your face looks like you are riding a NASA centrifuge when you drive the car.

You need parachute braking.

Your 'Significant other' won't even ride in the car.

There is no possible way to "sneak out" of your neighborhood at 6 am.

Your pets scramble for their hiding spots as soon as the garage door is opened. (Pets, and all the neighbors...)

Family photos throughout the house are replaced with life-sized posters of your car.

Fuel is delivered to your home: in 55 gallon drums!

You carry earplugs in your car.(doesn't everybody???)

You find out that side mirrors don't hold up at speeds exceeding 145 mph

You have to screw your slicks to the wheels.

Your exhaust pipes are larger in diameter than your driveline.

Your fuel pump flows enough to water a golf course.

Your compression's high enough you could run diesel fuel.

Your engine idles at 2800 rpm.

You measure the fuel you use in "gallons per mile".