What's the point in a nice car?
Discussion
The whole world is, seemingly, against us.
From all walks of life we are attacked for wanting to enjoy motoring, for wishing to take pride in something that we own, and for wanting to spend the time we do on the road with a true sense of happiness.
We have governments, throughout the globe, linking our happiness-quotient with an environmental unhappiness-quotient, thereby demanding money. They don't stop us driving them, oh no. They don't stop them existing. No no. They merely charge us more. Yes, I realise this is designed to make the less damaging cars appeal to more people, but it simply doesn't work. If you are of petrol filled veins, with an exo skeleton wrapped in nothing but Recaro, then you will still need to get your kicks through the medium of internal combustion. The government have failed to realise that if they had their way, and we all drove around in a Prius, there would be 3.2 million 18-65 yr old guys that needed to vent themselves somehow. And we simply wouldn't be able to cope with the kleenex demand.
Not only is it the government bodies, departments, scientists or protestors that don't like our choice of non-kleenex based relief. It's "everyone else" too. There are human beings, yes actual people, that live in this country that take joy in scratching people's cars. There are organisms living in dishes that have more social awareness than the car-scratching anti-petrol brigade, but still they are allowed to breathe. Seemingly, there is nothing in the BNP's or UKIP's manifesto about beheading car vandalisers or TWOCers, which is all the justification I need to vote for The Monster Raving Loony Party.
But then, one day, you will be driving in your horrifically over taxed, tremendously hated, ostentatious piece of sea level raising evil when you will find a road. It may not be a mountain pass, it may not be a flurry of hairpins and switchbacks, but it will just be right. And when you find this road, whether you choose to attack it with a Braveheartesque war cry or glide along it with glacial aplomb, it will make all the challenges, costs, problems and frustrations simply disappear.
Until some
reverses his lorry onto your perfectly detailed bonnet and drives off.
From all walks of life we are attacked for wanting to enjoy motoring, for wishing to take pride in something that we own, and for wanting to spend the time we do on the road with a true sense of happiness.
We have governments, throughout the globe, linking our happiness-quotient with an environmental unhappiness-quotient, thereby demanding money. They don't stop us driving them, oh no. They don't stop them existing. No no. They merely charge us more. Yes, I realise this is designed to make the less damaging cars appeal to more people, but it simply doesn't work. If you are of petrol filled veins, with an exo skeleton wrapped in nothing but Recaro, then you will still need to get your kicks through the medium of internal combustion. The government have failed to realise that if they had their way, and we all drove around in a Prius, there would be 3.2 million 18-65 yr old guys that needed to vent themselves somehow. And we simply wouldn't be able to cope with the kleenex demand.
Not only is it the government bodies, departments, scientists or protestors that don't like our choice of non-kleenex based relief. It's "everyone else" too. There are human beings, yes actual people, that live in this country that take joy in scratching people's cars. There are organisms living in dishes that have more social awareness than the car-scratching anti-petrol brigade, but still they are allowed to breathe. Seemingly, there is nothing in the BNP's or UKIP's manifesto about beheading car vandalisers or TWOCers, which is all the justification I need to vote for The Monster Raving Loony Party.
But then, one day, you will be driving in your horrifically over taxed, tremendously hated, ostentatious piece of sea level raising evil when you will find a road. It may not be a mountain pass, it may not be a flurry of hairpins and switchbacks, but it will just be right. And when you find this road, whether you choose to attack it with a Braveheartesque war cry or glide along it with glacial aplomb, it will make all the challenges, costs, problems and frustrations simply disappear.
Until some
reverses his lorry onto your perfectly detailed bonnet and drives off.
TonyHetherington said:
It appears a lorry has reversed into my bonnet. Not dented, but 2 x 2" down to the metal scratches. I've learnt to not be too precious about my cars - that never helps anyone, but a bit of common sense really wouldn't go amiss!
ouch!sorry to hear that, as for being precious, when your a petrolhead its hard not to be...
Fidgits said:
TonyHetherington said:
It appears a lorry has reversed into my bonnet. Not dented, but 2 x 2" down to the metal scratches. I've learnt to not be too precious about my cars - that never helps anyone, but a bit of common sense really wouldn't go amiss!
ouch!sorry to hear that, as for being precious, when your a petrolhead its hard not to be...
This is why I hide my car away in a garage and avoid busy car parks like the plague. Still saying that it still has a dent in the bloody thing.
As for finding that road, I did just that last Tuesday and a different one on Saturday and it almost made up for having to pull myself about using diesel power.
As for finding that road, I did just that last Tuesday and a different one on Saturday and it almost made up for having to pull myself about using diesel power.
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