I’ve been told that I was born in the wrong decade. Everything from music to cars were better in the 60s and 70s, at least in my view. But it is my love of vintage cars that makes me wish I’d been a young adult in the 60s or 70s. Classic cars, anything manufactured between the mid-to-late 50s right through to the late 70s, in particular, inspire me. The design details, the relative simplicity of the mechanical engineering, the immediacy of the driving experience…
So, I aspire to one day own a collection of classics – space, $$$ and my wife (Evelyn) ;-), permitting. I’ve had one classic, which I’ve since parted with, and I am now on the hunt for my next one. As I already spend an inordinate amount of time trawling the ‘www’ for just the right one, I figured I’d make the hunt a tad more interesting for myself with this chronicle of my search.
Thanks for stopping by. I look forward to your views, comments and opinions, whether they be about my experience, or your own.
So, I married a man who was born in the wrong time. Sigh! No matter what I do, I can’t seem to steer him towards a new (modern) car. “A 2010 Passat CC,” I suggest, “sleek lines, beautiful design…check out that back end…just lovely, don’t you think?” Alas, no bite. I’m no car buff, but I like my modcons. Who doesn’t? Automatic door locks, a must have basic, built-in GPS (another must have, I think), fuel efficiency, power steering… the list goes on…self-parking, the ability to speak to your radio, or open the boot with your foot…
But, a man lusting after vintage cars is no vice. Jay Leno put it well in this episode of Top Gear. “I only have one wife… and 150 cars. Wouldn’t you prefer your man coming home reeking of transmission fluid, rather than cheap perfume?”
Well, I agree Mr. Leno. So rather than oppose this whimsy, I’ve opted to take part in the search. My thoughts will be peppered throughout this blog. But, I do hope Bruce doesn’t come home “reeking of transmission fluid either.” 😀