Joel loves cars. He is adept at taking them apart and putting them back together in a frighteningly gifted way. He can put you into a brain coma in 12 seconds (12 seconds!) flat rattling off specs for a car that he swears goes so fast it can rip a hole in the space time continuum and send you into the future. The only knowledge I have that is that extensive belongs to a little thing I like to call Hello Kitty. I’m losing focus here. The point is this: He knows machines inside and out. I once tried to change my oil and set my damn car on fire. You see my point here? While we get along tremendously well, we have little in common when it comes to our employment. I prefer indoors, desks and computers. He enjoys cars, car parts and having sex with wild squirrels.