I’ve been thinking recently, mostly while taking a mental health day using four wheels, about why I like cars. The last 6 months have given all of us lots of time to think. What is it specifically that I like about cars? Very quickly I could rattle off three or four, the sound of the intake, the motor winding up, the rumble of the exhaust or even the ability to pass cars safely on demand in the manner prescribed by the state bureau of motor vehicles (Any of them). Now, those would all be good answers, better than that they’re true. But that isn’t going any deeper than the surface.
On a primal level it’s the physical sensation of motion, rapid acceleration the eventual deceleration as well the compression and lateral forces that act on your body as the car rotates in the corner and turns powering back onto a straightaway. My honest final answer is the journey, the trip you take whether it’s one mile or three thousand to see friends or traveling with them on the road. Whether it’s on a by-way, track or back road. The feeling you get in a car when your moving which in turn engages the senses, and if you’re doing it right the moment demands your full attention. At that moment you are alive, truly.
I eagerly await car season like a child waiting for a birthday present. This year has been different. All of that has been upended this year. I try to keep things in perspective, I know I’m fortunate. Most of us have suffered in some way this year. I’m grateful my stress relief option is available to me in the form of a four wheeled couch that can also haul groceries. I look forward to seeing my friends again in the manner I’d previously taken for granted only 8 months ago, but for now I’ll continue taking drives, discovering new places until I can again share those with friends.