-Robbinsville, NJ
What is it about a car that you actually develop a relationship with it? Is it the look, the power, the grip, or the feeling of cruising down the highway to your favorites jams?
Over the past couple days, I’ve help a friend fix his truck and snap some photos of the VW Cabrio above that he was lent by his girlfriend’s family. Driving around in an ultimate chick car made me realize that I’ve matured, automobile wise. I’ve grown away from it must be a bowtie on my key, instead it could be anything that I enjoy looking at, driving, etc. I mean I’m actually looking at subaru wagons, and of course plan on slamming it on it’s face when I get one if I do.
Then there is that love/hate relationship when your car happens to let you down. And it really does tear you apart to have your car be immobile. Fixing Olie’s truck was frustrating but awesome to get your hands in there and fix it and when the car cranks over and you drive it away, there is just a feeling of..fuck yeah. Hard to explain unless you’ve been there before, it just feels awesome.
I believe there is 3 levels of what a car means to you:
Like - you get in and go to where you need to go, just an a to b automobile.
Love - you feel attached to it and you enjoy driving it, it’s not just a car, it’s kinda like your friend, we even name the machines.
Then there is a passion for your car - someone who wants to customize to the way they want, wants to care for it with their own hands and it holds more sentimental value then just some sheetmetal thrown together.
There’s just something hidden in that steering wheel that when you grip it, you feel like it’s your own getaway, your personality on wheels, a part of who you are expressed through sheetmetal, paint and engine grease.
