How could we possibly love something that is not living?
Today, rather than simply talking about the numbers and statistics of hyper-speed, gas guzzling, snarling supercars, I’m going to talk about people’s love and passion for cars. No facts or pictures of striking Italian stallion badges on glitzy hand crafted bodies infested with scoops, and lines drawn with the precision of a Swiss watchmaker. You see, I’ve seen that my blog doesn’t have as much insightful (and dare I say, philosophical) perspectives and information. The question came about when I was visiting the L.A. Auto Show several months ago, and it was this: Is it really possible to love a car? Do I “love” cars?” I thought about it as I walked around, overwhelmed by the sci-fy and really rather insane prototypes created by Lexus this year.
As I thought about it, I realized that several people love objects that really aren’t living. For example, taking a typical fifteen year old teenager’s smartphone away for the day would most likely cause uncontrollable fits of sobbing and sulking, just for a piece of plastic with a screen? No, a phone isn’t just a “piece of plastic with a screen,” it’s a gateway to a whole other world. A world where anyone in the world is just a “send” button away, a world where one can watch videos, listen to music, kill time, and most of all, always be there for them. As I was thinking about this, I realized that a car isn’t just a piece of metal used to get you from point A to point B, it also is a companion. Cars have hearts, in my opinion, and their hearts are their engines. As one accelerates, it’s not just the car’s heart that “races,” it’s also the driver’s. A car is a constant companion, it’s not just a piece of metal, it can sing for you, play your favorite tunes for you, transport you, protect you, and so much more. Cars can be your friends.
You may be asking why I’ve put pictures of these rather “average” cars, but in actuality, these are the cars most people truly love. Most of us can’t afford those hypercars with mind-boggling 0-60 MPH times with stunning V-8s, so we fall in love with simple, average cars, because we see them as much more than just scrap metal. The Ford Escort I picked above isn’t just an old car, but many will agree when I say that it has character and a personality, it’s so much more than just a regular car.
“No, no, no. There’s no such thing as cheap and cheerful. It’s cheap and nasty & expensive and cheerful.”
(A hilariously sarcastic comment made by Top Gear’s Jeremy Clarkson, who personally loves cheap cars with character and personality.