3star2nr
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Disclaimer: this is another random musing thread so no real point...
So today I woke up and headed out to grab breakfast at a local diner. My typical weekend routine... As I stepped out the door and saw my car it instantly brought a smile to my face, something about how the light hit it, and it's silhouette.
Hopped in saw the pony splash screen fired it up, that V8 sound and the rush of instant acceleration.
cruising down the street with the window down it got me thinking about how something as trivial as driving to a diner feels like an adventure with a muscle car. I have 54k miles on the clock and this car is still a rush to drive. I've never owned a car quite like it to be honest.
These cars are just honest and true to who they are. In a world of fakes, and a culture built on being passive aggressive, and pc having something thats just unapologetic about what it is a welcomed relief. It doesnt ask for respect, it just takes it.
Thats the thing about owning a muscle car that cant be quantified, cant be put on paper, and can't be replaced.
I know these cars are pretty much the swan song of a dying breed, and its a matter of time before they fade off into oblivion but i cant imagine what the world is going to be like when they're no longer around.
We get so caught up on the negatives, the parts that break, the rough edges, the insurance, the speeding tickets, the meaningless pursuit of power that we never take the time to just stop and appreciate just how awesome it is to drive these cars.
They make everyday an adventure, and that alone is worth the price of admission.
Just had to share that
So today I woke up and headed out to grab breakfast at a local diner. My typical weekend routine... As I stepped out the door and saw my car it instantly brought a smile to my face, something about how the light hit it, and it's silhouette.
Hopped in saw the pony splash screen fired it up, that V8 sound and the rush of instant acceleration.
cruising down the street with the window down it got me thinking about how something as trivial as driving to a diner feels like an adventure with a muscle car. I have 54k miles on the clock and this car is still a rush to drive. I've never owned a car quite like it to be honest.
These cars are just honest and true to who they are. In a world of fakes, and a culture built on being passive aggressive, and pc having something thats just unapologetic about what it is a welcomed relief. It doesnt ask for respect, it just takes it.
Thats the thing about owning a muscle car that cant be quantified, cant be put on paper, and can't be replaced.
I know these cars are pretty much the swan song of a dying breed, and its a matter of time before they fade off into oblivion but i cant imagine what the world is going to be like when they're no longer around.
We get so caught up on the negatives, the parts that break, the rough edges, the insurance, the speeding tickets, the meaningless pursuit of power that we never take the time to just stop and appreciate just how awesome it is to drive these cars.
They make everyday an adventure, and that alone is worth the price of admission.
Just had to share that
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