Should I be worried?

Saw "Faster" yesterday. Loved it. Anyone that knows me is well aware of my great love for DJ

my favourite hunk

But as I watched the movie, what was exciting me most was the car. That Chevelle SS. Every time he popped the clutch and revved that engine, I got chills. I started to fantasize, not about an illicit weekend with Mr. Johnson, but about buying a 'needs work' 1970 Chevelle, fixing it up on my own, and roaring off into the sunset, my true love and I.

I think I may have more issues than I initially assumed....