I don’t know why the threadwas locked.
So I’m responding to sandman’s and jimipresley’s post in this new thread.
Can’t afford them or are not in the slightest bit interested in them? I have plenty of money, thank you very much, but I’m not about to spend it on something as banal as a fecking CAR![/quote]
Quoted for truth. Pretty sad when people identify themselves by what vehicle they drive. Pathetic.[/quote]
While I understand you sentiment, I don’t think you understand the sentiment of car buffs.
Driving and owning a car is not all about show and tell. It’s about the experience and how that car relates to you and you to it.
So to all the car/moto buffs, why do you drive? What experience keeps you shelling out cash for those tires, breaks, lamps, belts, and black liquor?
I f’ing LOVE driving cars. I wish I could afford the cars in the OP’s video.
But not because I think it would make me cool or increase my interest factor. No, it is because I personally enjoy my fecking car. Driving is a fucking SPORT for me and my car is my equipment. Why shouldn’t I want the best and my game to be better?
I love the feel of the engine, the shifting, the speed, the turns, and the wind buffeting me. I love the sights of the lines drawn onto the pavement, the trees lining the roads, the turn that came up a bit more quickly than I anticipated. I love the sounds of my engine, my hands gripping the leather-wrapped wheel, the radio blasting whatever song makes my drive better, the roar of the wind through my windows, and the swish! of rainsoaked highways. I love the adrenaline as I rev my engine up that fucking mountain crest only to realize there is a hairpin turn 50 feet ahead of me as my brain does a windspeed calculation of the last time I got my breaks and tires changed and the amount of tread that might still be left on them to keep this machine, and me inside of it, firmly gripped on the pavement.
Because I live and might die inside of my car, I want my car to represent my personality. My first car was a brand new red Nissan with spoiler, Fosgate sound system with subwoofer to boot. I was in love. My first love. Afterwards I had to ditch it for a cheap Hyundai Elantra that I loved for its wicked gasmileage and crumbling body. We’re talking a TIED DOWN HOOD that bounced when I’d hit the highway. You can bet your ass that when I rolled down the block in that thing it was clear that I F’ING OWNED IT. And yes, jimi, this IS how I choose to identify myself.
I am lost without my car and I’m sure the one thing I will miss the most in travels will be the inability to jump in my car at my whim and cruise down the highway, enjoying my favorite experience.