I just had to show that quote to my wife.

She busted out laughing and said "That's you with the red car!" I restored a red '73 340 Roadrunner back in the late 1980s and she is right... that was exactly the attitude I had while doing it. That car was showroom new by the time I was done, and it cost me a frigging fortune in 1980s and 1990s dollars! And then I never drove the damn thing anywhere but to two car shows a year because I was so paranoid about everything that could happen to it. I was even paying $40 a month to keep it stored because I was afraid one of the kids would damage it if it were in the garage. All that time, money, and effort, and what did I get besides having to spend more time, money, and effort on it.
Then one day in 1994 I woke up, said WTF am I doing, and sold the car. I bought a beat up 318 73 Roadrunner for $900, dropped a built up 440 into it, got a $99 Earl Scheib paint job on it, and drove the crap out of it until the wheels almost literally fell off. I had a blast with that car. Now I have my 74 that I've spent less than $6k on and it runs good and looks good, and I do all my Friday through Sunday driving in it. I drive it to work on Fridays, to get groceries on Saturday, racing Saturday nights, and to Steelers games on Sunday, and wherever else I have to go. It's by no means a perfect restored classic, but I am one very happy owner... which I wasn't with the red Roadrunner.