I’m 22 years old and have owned 10 cars and a handful of motorcycles… and I still don’t feel like I have owned a car that I would never want to give up.
I am on the quest for the car that speaks to me on the lowest, most primal levels… but 10 cars later and I’m still not there.
Is this a disease that I must learn to live with? Does one eventually find “that car?” Am I going to have a series of failed marriages? Why are 240zs so hard to find for a reasonable price? What is the meaning of life?
Of the 12 cars I’ve owned, only one has hit me in that mushy spot which leaves me unable to let it go. I’ve owned five BMW’s and a first generation Mazda Miata—and I’ve enjoyed them all—but none of them moves me the way my turbocharged second generation Miata does. It’s a keeper.
May 19, 2011, 9:33pm Permalink