tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post7979309253329239979..comments2024-03-28T22:15:17.067-05:00Comments on Every goddamn day: 03/29/24: What is it about cars that makes us love them?Neil Steinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-51721318088053328052023-02-12T10:38:24.634-06:002023-02-12T10:38:24.634-06:00Oh no no no Neil you’re wrong about women and cars...Oh no no no Neil you’re wrong about women and cars. My first car was an orange Opel GT. Cute and nimble, it represented freedom and escape. I still own a 2001 Porsche Carrera, speed yellow, and it sings its song as I push it through the gears on the mountain roads near Santa Fe. It is certainly one of the loves of my life, responsive, challenging and always a thrill. That car taught me how to drive because it allowed me to understand the limits of control. Moreover I have many girlfriends who fell the same way about their cars. They say the same things about the sensation of being in the zone, engaged but relaxed. And oh yes, our cars are objects of beauty, those curves are there for a reason. So Neil you just need to talk to more women. Fast women! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-60929115461220439932019-02-12T23:38:10.622-06:002019-02-12T23:38:10.622-06:00No car with a catalytic converter sounds good. No car with a catalytic converter sounds good. Tony Galatihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15119832467442771755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-76315945371335066312019-02-12T18:19:38.814-06:002019-02-12T18:19:38.814-06:00Well, I guess I'll be the odd one out, nothing...Well, I guess I'll be the odd one out, nothing new. I am female, and I love cars! Always have, always will. I waited with eager anticipation every year for the Auto Show, so many sweet autos to check out! Dad would get preview tickets, and we went every year and drooled over the cool concept cars. I absolutely loved it. NikkiDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15226032148784322997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-38350239199394163832019-02-12T18:12:48.764-06:002019-02-12T18:12:48.764-06:00I suspect it was neither; it was the man. I bet if...I suspect it was neither; it was the man. I bet if you had been the guy you were trying to look like, she wouldn't have been interested. Or maybe she was into leather; no judgment. Coeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06130250489695215525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-48239161068436905462019-02-12T17:50:57.853-06:002019-02-12T17:50:57.853-06:00None taken, Coey, and you are absolutely right, in...None taken, Coey, and you are absolutely right, in that it was the most milquetoast of suburban guys trying to will his way into a kind of gritty cool. Which, I am obligated to point out, worked. Big time. It wasn't the car; it was the jacket. Or so my wife tells me. Neil Steinberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-85313816295283966132019-02-12T14:01:22.328-06:002019-02-12T14:01:22.328-06:00No offense to Neil, whom I hold in high esteem, bu...No offense to Neil, whom I hold in high esteem, but to me that photo says "trying too hard." But perhaps Molly is at least in part correct, and this is signalling between men. I have certainly never heard a grown woman impressed with a man because of the car he drives. Coeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06130250489695215525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-7339394594072986912019-02-12T11:45:29.037-06:002019-02-12T11:45:29.037-06:00A few months ago, I watched a National Geographic ...A few months ago, I watched a National Geographic TV show about the design and manufacture of a (I believe) Lexus, in which there was much ado about directing the engine noise into the cabin, for the ultimate driving experience. While I'm not immune to the allure of "hot cars," I tend to devalue the experience due to an innate snobbery that I'm not particularly proud of.<br /><br />johntatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10088632798195131329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-41692966804633251802019-02-12T10:14:01.140-06:002019-02-12T10:14:01.140-06:00Well said about the practical cars, John.Well said about the practical cars, John.Privatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10757585399827295128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-89758977529893027262019-02-12T09:57:34.468-06:002019-02-12T09:57:34.468-06:00Great columns on the auto show. Great picture of ...Great columns on the auto show. Great picture of the 63 Volvo. You look like a real cool dude standing in front of a cool car. That's why guys dig cars. You're picture says it all.Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18406704590565406630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-48364437327417823842019-02-12T09:16:18.522-06:002019-02-12T09:16:18.522-06:00I can still see it, a pale orange/red Lamborghini ...I can still see it, a pale orange/red Lamborghini creeping over the sanitary canal bridge at Howard and McCormick. He couldn't drive at a normal speed as it would bottom out on the rough pavement as he approached the Arco station I managed there to fill up on our low priced gasoline. Can't say if he'd bought it used or had it for some time but the paint finish showed some age. People would stop to look and talk to him about the car while I moved from car to car at our busy pumps, and would have engaged him myself had he been more open. I made the mistake of lightly leaning on the car as the pump ran one time. It was the pillar of the roof at the rear, near the fill opening, while guarding against overspill. He took quiet exception from my transgression and combined with his natural reticence, I decided not to ask him the question my logical side was dying to ask. Why would he own such a car in the city. It seemed to me that he was probably straining his situation to own the exotic vehicle; why not something more practical. I feel the same way about the street rockets you've featured, they scream for attention against our better instincts. I've driven an early 427 Vette and the power is incredible, but actually an impediment to city travel. Give me reliable transportation and high MPG any day, and permit me my seat warmers. Of all the cars I saw at the Auto Show, sports cars, muscle cars and luxury cars, I most remember the Citroen with hydraulic shocks that allowed you to replace a flat tire without pumping a jack. Too bad the car was so ugly.JPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08613528527379198505noreply@blogger.com