True love and car keys

This post is about an act of love so profound that I could not let it pass unremarked.  Men: you all remember that moment when you showed your beloved just how much you loved her? No I'm not talking about the time you blew 50 bucks on flowers only to realize "Hey! these are just dead plant tips". Or when you agreed to the blowout wedding, diamond ring and Parisian honeymoon when it would have made far more sense to skip all of that and use the proceeds to buy a double wide at the lake thereby getting a home,honeymoon and all the fish you can eat for free. No, I'm speaking of something far more profound. An act so selfless, so irrational that it simply screams love, love, love! I am of course referring to the first time you let her drive your car.  Remember the gut stewing horror?  The clammy hands?  The hyperventilation barely controlled by surreptitious paper bag blowing? I shudder to recall that dark day standing on the edge of madness.   The photo below represents a sacrifice even more profound.  Yes, we let her drive our car because we loved her but it also was a social norm.  One that if we didn't adhere to would result in our ending up like that fat Norm who sat at the end of the bar next to the pathetic mail man in that TV show Cheers. No, this act represents a far greater sacrifice than ours because this man is letting his beloved (I have to assume she was his beloved because she wasn't holding a gun on him or anything) drive his CRANE.    I can say with certainty that there is no norm or rule.  No law or constitution. No commandment or scripture that requires a man to let his woman drive his industrial grade man toys.  Nowhere, nada, nothing. Yet there he is in plain daylight letting her play with his Pride and Joy in front of. everyone  

And all I can say is poor Sod: he's toast.  Burnt, buttered and eaten toast.  Such is the folly of man.