All men are either Car Guy or Sports Guy, Patrick Smith writes. Guess which one has the advantage.
There are 3.5 billion women in the world. And there are two men.
Actually, there are more. But two heterosexual men.
Car Guy and Sports Guy. That’s it. If you’re a straight man, you’re Car Guy or you’re Sports Guy. You were born that way and you’ll die that way.
That isn’t to say there’s no crossover. It’s not entirely about sports or cars. Sometimes Car Guy likes sports. And sometimes Sports Guy likes cars. But similarities end there. Pretty much.
Sports Guy is your pal. He’s happy, he’s outgoing, he wears his emotions on his sleeve. He’s cool, but in a dress-socks-and-sneakers kind of way. He sings the first verse of the Notre Dame fight song in a helium-balloon voice, and he thinks it’s hilarious.
Car Guy is quiet and moody. He’s distant and sometimes dark. He’s not funny. Ask him where he’s been for the last four hours, and he’ll mumble, “Out in the shed.” Or just, “out.”
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The categories predate both cars and sports. Well, cars anyway. Euripides? Total Car Guy. Demosthenes? Enjoyed putting a drachma or two on the javelin throw.
Teddy Roosevelt? Duh. Sports Guy. Abraham Lincoln? Car Guy.
It’s not always obvious who’s who. President Obama’s a big sports fan. But he’s Car Guy.
Car Guy tinkers with things. He takes them apart and wants to know how they work. He can pitch a tent and build a fire. Give Sports Guy enough tries and he can catch a ping pong ball with his ass cheeks.
But it’s not a yin-yang thing; one’s winning. By, like, a lot. Though the competition can be fierce, one of these guys is clearly defeating the other guy.
Three guesses who’s winning. (That’s a trick.) The answer’s Car Guy.
Why? Because he can fix your car.
When Sports Guy proclaims Barry Sanders the greatest ball carrier in the history of the game, Car Guy doesn’t care.
But when Car Guy starts talking about a Chevy 383 with cast iron cylinder heads and a roller crankshaft, Sports Guy seethes. He knows he can’t compete.
And what does Car Guy win for defeating his rival?
The grudging attention and admiration of A) the earth’s 3.5 billion women and B) Sports Guy.
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Women don’t want to like Car Guy. But dammit, he’s good at so many things. They’re powerless over the car-fixing thing.
Fortunately for Sports Guy, though, Car Guy is either not interested in or unable to pair up with all 3.5 billion women. Thus, Sports Guy lives a moderately happy life in the shadow of his nemesis.
I come from a long line of Sports Guys. And for several months now, I have lived at the total, complete mercy of Car Guy. My wife instigated a home renovation that involves the front of our house becoming the side of our house and required us to move out for six weeks.
Throughout this project, I’ve been worried about my image, next to some imagined ideal of a shirtless, glistening Car Guy tearing my house down from the inside and rebuilding it with his bare hands. I figured that when the project ended, I’d hand him a huge check and he’d smirk at me contemptuously.
But it turns out, Car Guy isn’t perfect. The contractor, while competent, has made more than his share of errors along the way. The job has run way past the date it should’ve ended. And he gets weird when you ask him questions. These last weeks, I’ve been heartened to see, right up close, so many of Car Guy’s shortcomings. I have a fresh, new hope.
The home renovation will be over soon, it appears. And I’ll return to my happy Sports Guy life.
Now toss me that ping pong ball.
—Photo zerojay/Flickr
I hate both.
I love NBA and cars, I’m a Laker Fan, I have a knowledge of the NBA History and I want Lakers to win the Championship, but I love cars, JDM is my type and I don’t care about relationships. Racers don’t need girls. It looks like I’m equal between these two.
“If you don’t like cars or sports, you must be gay.” Yeah f*** those science and video game geeks, right? (insert sarcasm here)
Funny..I came across this when looking up some stuff for a write up i am doing about the “Gun Guy”, the category i belong to. I would have to guess that gun guy is more closely related to sports guy based on the fact that I played football throughout my school years and haven’t washed my truck since 06′ and it’s due for it’s 20,000 mile oil change.
I petition for a third group…the gun guy group.
Partick, you’re hilarious! 😀
Your article is 50% funny juice and 50% intelligent irony.
I never really liked “sports guys”… but now I can see them in a different light; they’re the Yang to my Yin, or something.
BTW, I believe Sports Guy (usually) wins the ladies (at first, at least)… think about a George Clooney, he definitely looks like one. We Car Guys are way less charming, especially at young age.
Grazi, Crescendo.
Sports Guys everywhere fear Clooney, who is simply a far superior human.
I can only hope this is a failed attempt at humor.
Nope. Pure science.
This is a GREAT sample of what the GMP as a whole has to offer. Also, as a bi guy who hates both sports AND car culture (but loves violence and tech) I not only think this is a good split, but a very manly thing to make a choice between the two without the I’m both I’m neither without the womanly wavering. Yes yes, wavering can be a good thing, but in male/female relationships let’s acknowledge that it’s the woman who says ‘you decide’ followed directly by ‘no, not that.’ I’m not sure if I’m a Car guy because… Read more »
Tough call, ZJ. But you strike me as Non-Sports Sports Guy.
I hate Car Guy. Except when, you know, I need him to fix my car.
That’s when I vow to become Car Guy. But it never works.
What about Guitar Guy?
This, friends, is a crucial question. Thankfully, I have the answer.
If you’re any good at playing the guitar, you’re probably Car Guy. If you stink, but play anyway, you’re Sports Guy.
….sorry bub, I’m neither car guy, sports guy,nor gay guy. I’m just a painter guy (although i do do that in what once was a garage, somewhat indirectly connected to cars. ..and i do meander around,rather than follow, the Pittsburgh Pirates , somewhat indirectly connected to baseball…but hey ,they’re leading their division as of this minute, not that I’m following them or anything….) So ..add a third category..Ambiguous Guy.
Dear Ambiguous Uncle Guy,
I must conclude that paint fumes have compromised the sample. Open the window and try again.