I challenge you, dear reader. I challenge you to look deep down inside yourself, to search your feelings, find what’s real, and answer me one thing…
Car season is nearly upon us! The days are getting longer, the nights are getting warmer, and it seems the roads that have survived this winter’s deluge are clean enough to explore again.
Here comes the sun (doo doo doo doo),
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s time to drive
When most folks talk about travel it tends to revolve around the destination. People willingly sit aboard tubes of jet propelled aluminum for hours on end, just to look at some buildings that are different from the ones at home. People spend thousands of dollars to wake up with their body clocks still set to night when the sun in front of them is rising, to eat foods they saw once on Pinterest, and to check-in on social media in order to craft an online persona that’s more cosmopolitan than their suburban hometown would suggest.
To each their own. My aspirations are a little different.
During my summers growing up there was a classic car meet every Thursday in the parking lot of a local diner. For the most part it was old school American cars. There’d be the usual variety of Mustangs, Camaros, and Darts. Plus a couple Bel Airs or Thunderbirds.
I’ve been through…a few cars.
If I’m not out bombing down a back road, tinkering on someone’s car, or researching my next purchase, I’m reading, watching, or listening to my favorite automotive journalists. In no particular order, these are people I’ve come to really enjoy the work of, and tend to seek out for automotive content.
I love cars. Of everything that makes me who I am, those words are the easiest declaration I can make. Whenever someone asks me what my plans are for the weekend, when a new acquaintance asks me what I do for fun, if an old friend asks what I’m up to these days; the answer typically revolves around noisy boxes on four wheels.
However, I’m finding that my infatuation with these petrol-explody screech boxes is a bit of a distraction from my “normal” life. I’m sneaking glances at my Tumblr at work, daydreaming of drives while listening to co-workers, and spending any spare or stolen second to plan my next auto related activity.
The people listed at the beginning of this post saw to it that their love of cars became something more than a screen saver on their desktop. I waste a lot of time musing if people will actually care for what I have to add to the conversation on this well staffed subject. But the only way to know is to speak up.
Gotta start somewhere.