Before I finally break the suspense (oh who am I kidding, no one is reading this) and tell you more about my dream car, let me first bore you some more and tell you how and why I got into cars, and why I think anyone gets and keeps being into cars. Somehow I think that matters.
Cars are glorious. They are so much more than the sum of their parts. So much more than steel, aluminum and plastic (and leather for those better equipped).
They are companions that you get attached to. You relate to your car. From another point of view they are more like women. The better you treat them the happier they are and the better they repay you. Continue reading Why I love cars
Before we dwell deeper into my story I first have to give you some background.
Getting my dream car is a bigger deal for me than for most people. Yes I am a car guy, but I haven’t always been one. I wasn’t one of those kids reading car magazines and car encyclopedias and what not. I spent my childhood days busy with other things (more on that later). I didn’t know or care much about cars.
Now I notice every single one of them on streets and can tell the make and model just by seeing a small cropped shot of a headlight.
When did it all change? Continue reading A bit of background
We all experience big changes in our lives. Some more than others. However, there is one big change that bypasses no one, and that change is growing up. Ok, it bypassed the 40 year old weirdo next door collecting action figures and living with his mom. Everyone else though, has to grow up.
I woke up the this morning and realized that it had already happened to me – without me noticing it. I started weighing my successes and failures, putting my life’s work up for scrutinization by my high-school self and the promises I have made to myself back then. Continue reading Growing up…