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.