Why are you here? No, I don't mean existentially--I mean why are you reading this?
My goals are simple, provide you with fun and interesting pieces as I strive to find my place in a world that's bigger than I ever could have known. I'll do that by sharing my favorite notions on fashion, food, music and (most importantly) cars.
Yes, my friend, cars. Like a majority of other men my age, I have a passion for the expensive, dangerous and sometimes loud machines which Henry Ford once told Americans they could have in any color that they wanted as long as it was green or black.
But, I'm not like most men, and neither are you. While I can understand why some of us are interested in cars to see how fast they will go or who can do the most ridiculous burn out in front of an ice cream parlor, that's not what keeps me up until 3 am reading automotive forums. I want to know why people love cars and what they love about them. I want to know what it is that makes some of us work for years at jobs that we hate just so that for 25 minutes at the start and end of each day, we can experience pure bliss in a car that we paid too much for and that could simply be gone if you or the person in the car next to you makes the smallest mistake.
I want to share with you my passion, and I want you to share your passion with me.
So, a bit about my background. In highschool, I was a big fish in a little pond. I was involved in just about every uncool musical group that you could imagine, graduated 11th in a class of 200 (that's right, I couldn't manage to get into the top ten) and I was a wiz at Physics. Having spent not much time considering my future, I latched onto one thing in which I had always been interested: cars. Designing cars was something that I could see myself doing for the rest of time.
So, I decided that I wanted to study Aeronautical Engineering to get me into shaping sheet metal. And study Aeronautical Engineering I did...for a semester. Then I transferred to a different school and studied General Engineering...for a semester. The problem that I found with studying Engineering was that it left me with little room to study art and literature. It wasn't long before I was removing my major altogether in a valiant and largely successful effort to banish myself to a life of mediocrity. I transferred again and finally donned a new major. In my last-ditch effort to assure that I would only be qualified for a minimum wage retail job at the mall when I finished my degree with some $50,000 of debt, I chose to be a double major in International Studies and Philosophy with no intent of studying abroad, moving to Washington D.C. or pursuing a Ph.D. in the latter area.
My financial prospects weren't even the worst part. The true tragedy of this whole story is that with every terrible decision, I was working myself further away from an exciting career that had anything to do with cars.
That's where you come in; that's why you're reading this right now. This venture is my desperate attempt to gain back some of the raw potential that I lost when I made my decisions to move away from my original path. I am Doc Brown and Marty McFly in one overstuffed package--this blog is my beautiful DeLorean turned time machine via haphazardly placed Mr. Fusion filled to the brim with overzealous ambition and lost dreams. You, like me, understand that there's more to a love of cars than mashing an accelerator. I want you to come on this journey with me because I understand that you too have an unending and relentless passion for premium unleaded. If your partner said that you had to sell your coupe or sleep on the couch until it wasn't in the driveway anymore, you'd think about grabbing a blanket from the closet. If it came to shrinking your grocery budget so that you could buy the GT instead of the base V6, you'd consider it.
And, because you're an Automotive Gentleman, you'd make the right choice.
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