Cars

If there is anything of a material object that stirs mankind's interest, it seems to me the automobile is at the top of the list.
Who is the man who does not want a car?  A nice car with all the things he considers important?

The Ferrari.  The Ford GT.  A nice new Honda Accord is good.  We really like cars.

My first car was a used 1941 Chevrolet Club Coupe that I bought before my 16th birth date.  I paid $200 for it and it was in great shape, black with grey interior.  I sanded and prepared the exterior for a new paint job and my Dad and I painted it blue.  I drove it to school every day.  I was proud of that car and wish I still had it.

Why do we love cars so much? They are just machines after all, just a tool to get to places we need to go to. We wash the car, we take care of it, even pamper it, like it was a extension of our self, our person, maybe even our perceived personal worth.  Our perception of ourselves is often displayed in the vehicle we choose to drive.  There are men who only want a pickup and will not drive a sedan.  There are others who will not drive a yellow car, or a green one.
I cannot bring myself to buy a car with a black interior, it has to be of a brown colour.  Why is that? I don't know, it is just the way it is.  It is bigger than me, it's in our wiring from the very early days of our childhood.

If I had the means, I would buy a new Aston Martin Vantage or  a restored 1940 Ford Pickup.
Just goes to prove I appreciate all kinds of cars.  Their style, their sound, their personality, all of them have a reason to appeal to our interests and prompt us to pay big money for the privilege of driving them around.

We are a very interesting and complex people.