I love cars. Well not just cars, trucks too, automobiles in general. If I was a man I’d most definitely be one of those car guys. I think they’re so interesting. The makes, the models, the years, the features.
I believe I’ve written about this before but one of my most favourite writing assignments when I worked for our newspaper was the article on “cruise night” here in Thompson. Interviewing the car and truck owners blew my mind. The owners of these mostly classic cars knew so much about their vehicles. It was the coolest thing. They knew their vehicles inside and out, like you would a lover.
My Dad, for as long as I can remember, talked about cars. When he’d spot one he recognized he’d always point out the make. Comparing changes in body styles. It felt like we were forever visiting car lots, kicking tires. But I loved doing it too.
The journal/diaries I kept as a teenager are all on car calenders. Each year I’d get a new car calender and start jotting down everyday, the events of that day and I seemed to always remark whether or not I liked that particular month’s car in the photo.
Okay time to veer back towards the prompt. My favourite car. Well I have a few.
The car I would drive today if I had the money: Without a doubt it’s a Porsche Cayenne Turbo.
My first car: 1981 Chevrolet Chevette.
The car (apparently of my childhood dreams, as per my Calendiary of ’92): A 1978 Aston Martin Lagonda
The car my parents drove when I was in high school (yes it was old AF even back then, but in pristine shape and with a V8 engine which my Dad would rev up at red lights if parked beside a boy our age, indicating “let’s go when the light turns green” and embarrassed us to death): a 1978 Pontiac Parisienne Broughm.
The car I drive currently: a 2022 Honda HRV, she’s a dream in the snow and on ice if I put her in snow mode and of course I have studded tires.
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