Thou shalt not store thy cars out-of-doors, except for thy wife's modern iron.
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's car, nor his garage, nor his battery charger.
Thou shalt not love thy cars more than thy wife and children; as much, but not more.
Thou shalt not read thy Hemmings on company time, lest thy employer makes it impossible to continue thy car payments.
Thou shalt not despise thy neighbor's Edsel, nor his DeSoto, nor even his 1947 Plymouth.
Thou shalt not allow thy daughters nor thy sons to get married during the holy days of Hershey.
Thou shalt not deceive thy wife into thinking that thee is taking her for a romantic Sunday drive when, indeed, thou art going out to look at another car.
Thou shalt not promise thy wife a new addition to the house and then use it to store cars.
Thou shalt not tell thy spouse the entire cost of thy latest restoration, at least not all at the same time.
Thou shalt not buy thy wife a floor jack for Christmas.
