Ahhh what an evening

Me and little Tink went to town. The whole inner city is vibrating of a mix of V8s and music.
Hundreds of old chevys, pontiacs, buiks, fords, you name it.
It's the annual cruise, and cars from Northern Scandinavia is gathered in our town.
We took a ride in a friends mustang cab.
Little Tink was thrilled, waving to people who had come to look at the beautiful cars. Not even the toughest biker could resist to wave back and smile.
The missus wasn't that thrilled when we got home... "she needs to take a bath, she smells like motor oil and petrol fumes"
Whats wrong with that?