The Freedom Of Having A Car
Do you remember when you got your first car? I do- I had just turned 16 and I spent a ton of time just driving around because I could. I’d gladly go on any errand my mom wanted me to run, I’d drive people home that were out of my way just so I could spend some time driving.
Even though I’ve been driving now for more years than I was a non-driver, I still experience a thrill when I’m driving quite often. My favorite thing is driving fast on a cool summer night, windows down, wind blowing through my hair. The sound of the car changes through they years- from my current nearly-silent, wraith-like Honda to the roar of the 289 engine I had in my ‘66 Mustang. But I love it no matter what I’m driving.
I love the freedom that comes from having a car. I like knowing I can pick up and go somewhere on a moment’s notice, money and time constraints notwithstanding. You’ll find the guys at the shop love cars as well. Ask them about their favorite car they ever owned, and every one of them will regale you with tales of cars they’ve had, cars they’ve known.
Tell me, what do you love about cars?
