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Originally Posted by With envy
Sally, Lightning, Sugar, and Jeanette,
I have to commend you on your astute observations and profound words. I wasn’t sure how my question would be received, last night when I posted it. But you all obviously understood better than I could have imagined.
Sally; you really hit the nail on the head with the word that inexplicably escaped me last night- Passion. That one simple word sums it up so well. Sometimes it feels a bit shallow to be so enamored with something, that when you really think about it, is nothing more than a means of transportation. An inanimate object made of steel and plastic. But when I think of all the unhappy people in the world who want to know why they are unhappy, I have to suspect that the answer for many of them lies in the fact that they have no passion for anything. In life, it is our passions that lead us to our joys. So in that vein I make no apologies for being passionate about my car. It makes me happy. And I intend to keep driving it with a smile on my face. Regardless if anyone waves back or not!  |
To some people a car is just a car.........a way to go places......
To me it's part of my life, my history.......my Dad was a lubrication chemist, made oil & grease for all kinds of engines........needless to say, I got my passion from him! My first car was a red chevy.....so that's why I have what I have now.........we went on lots of road trips and I was the navigator and then eventually the go to driver......I cruised Broadway almost every night in high school.......I met my late husband cruising.......what's not to love about a car?
