Heh … I don’t know any of you, so I’m not going to vote.
I didn’t know what a Gino was until I moved to TO. They were usually laughed at and later had sense beaten into them.
Then I wondered how my high 13-second car kept beating all these 9-11 second cars I kept coming across. Then I dated a Macedonian/Italian girl and it all made sense.
Hehehe … makes owning muscle fun. There’s a Tim Hortons in Woodbridge on HWY 7 … I can’t remember exactly where, but it was in the same mall as a Greek restaurant, and I think maybe a McDs or something …
Anyway, we drove in there, basically intent on finding easy pickings. When my buddy shut off his Fury, he revved the motor once. Common practice in carb cars to keep fuel there when you go to start up again.
I’ve never seen anything like it. Guys were running from the Tims to their cars to start them. Within seconds there were 5 or more Honda engines being revved up to the limiter.
Then they all tried to stare us down (hard when your car sits eye level to a 4 year old). Walked into the tims, got a coffee (memory fading … mebbe it was a Coffee Time?) and I guess I somehow looked at someone’s girlfriend and this guy was trying to get in my face over it.
You could have cut the testosterone with a cheese knife.
All show no go … in life and on the road …
That’s my Gino definition.
Mange cakes can just as easily fall into the Gino category. It’s a socially contracted disease.
Just for the record, in my day, more Ginos drove 5.0 Mustangs than Camaros. Then again, where I come from, Camaros and Firebirds are reserved for switch-blade-in-the-sock rednecks.
But what’s a redneck other than a Gino’s inbred cousin?