[Closed] What is it about cars? I love them; don’t you? Let me rephrase that…

HA !!

Thanks Paul..... 🙂 ......

I started out when I was in the 2nd or 3rd grade. I would save part of my lunch money and when I had saved enough, I would stop on the way home at the local store and buy a Nylint truck, bulldozer, semi-trailer, endloader or crane. My folks didn't believe me when I said that I bought them with my lunch money but the store owner backed my story up. I kept those beauties for years and gave them to my oldest grandson. Unfortunately, he did not take much pride in them and they are no longer. I guess that is why my current baby is a TRUCK.... Hee Hee....

Passion!

I, too, have adored cars long before I think I could even say the word (this according to my parents). I have thought a lot about why this is so, and all I can say is that it's a true passion, and as such, defies explanation (I remember my one and only trip to Venice, Italy, which has a ban on cars, and feeling a deep sense of loss and unease at not being able to look onto the street and see or hear a motorcar and never wanting to return...to Venice!). Maybe it's biological, but whatever its cause I know it is fascinating and thrilling to have something in my life that is just so endlessly entertaining and soul stirring. Maybe it's just a reminder that in this world of ours that we all so ceasly try to understand there are just certain things beyond our grasp. Mercifully.

Hard to pin down the "why" of it.........

I think the love of the automobile is just something thats "in you" from the day you're born. Who knows? I can recall fashioning a pair of rear fender skirts out of cardboard for a '58 Edsel promo model my Dad got me, age 10,and racing Dinky and Corgi cars all over the house. My Mom used to get PO'ed by all the tiny tire tracks on her coffee and dining room tables. There is just a sublime pleasure in looking at, reading about, and driving fine automobiles. My great friend Andy has a 17 car collection of low mile, original paint musclecars, including a matching pair of 427/435 '67 Vettes. We often go up to his garage on a Saturday or Sunday to exercise them, followed by an hour or two of relaxing in folding chairs, perhaps with a cold beer, JUST LOOKING AT THE CARS. Its sooo nice to be surrounded by such beauty, take them all in, muse about what the next one will be, which one is maybe expendable, BS about all the great adventures we've had over the years, all involved with cars. Laughing like little kids, and we're both 60. Cars can do that to you... they may be a disease, but one I gladly tolerate! Great topic T, greatly enjoyed your insights into this car thing.

It's the control factor, stupid!!

Apologies for the slur, not intended personally. When I am in my car I am 'Boss', man, get outta my way!

I remember being 3 years old and being awed by all the details of my moms pink 59 Mercury.

Ten I fell in love at age 4 when my dad surprised my mom with a white 63 Olds Starfire cv. Man what a car. Also at that time my dad brought home about twice a week a little yellow and blue box for me, yup, a Matchbox car. The rest was history. I have been told I have gasoline in my blood. Well, I do have gas. :o)