I have a friend who used to love tractors. He was 25 but he had actor models, plush tractors, tractor headphones and even tractor bed sheets. He was single and lived with his mum because he spent all his money on tractor mercy, so he didn't have enough to move out. For his birthday one year, me and a couple of mates decided to buy him a 'tractor experience day'. Where he could go to this farm and was taught how to drive a tractor. He absolutely loved it, and at the end, the farmer said since he did so well, he could have an extra half hour by himself on. The farm in the tractor.
Unfortunately, he managed to drive the tractor into a ditch and ended up breaking his leg and bruising his ribs pretty badly. After he got out of hospital he threw all his tractor stuff away. I ess he felt that tractors had betrayed his life long admiration. Anyway, a couple of months later he had moved out into his own place and he was on a date with a lovely young woman. The date was going pretty well, they seemed to have a lot in common. They were at a bar and there were a bunch of guys smoking (this was before the smoking ban) and his date said "ugh, I hate when people smoke when I'm trying to eat" so my mate said "Don't worry, I'll sort this out."
He walked over to the men, took a deep deep breath and inhaled all of the smoke in the room, then he went outside and exhaled, letting all he smoke out. When he took a seat, all eyes were on him. "How did you do that?" His date asked, awestruck.
"Oh, did I forget to mention? I'm an ex-tractor fan."