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I'm more attracted to my car every time I look at it. I don't wonder why, I know.
1. When I first looked at my car it looked tame.
I had resisted reading car stuff for so long that I was oblivious to the whole fact that the 08 WRX was also know as the 'AWD Camry'. And that the 09 WRX seemed to work extra hard to redeem its image as a real rally inspired car. It more than succeeded. To the extreme that the $10,000 jump to the 09 STI seems frivolous. Who can drive my car and yet still want to spend another $10,000 for the STI? I know some people like to have the top of the line, best, but that novelty wears off fast.
So my car looked tame when it pulled into my driveway. I do like cars that look aggressive. I remember the first time I saw an Evo. It looked like it was smiling at me, as pretty much every car does these days. But the Evo's smile wasn't quite so friendly looking. It looked like it was happy that it found me as its victim; that it was delighted at the opportunity to suck the life out of me. That first Evo looked at me like it wanted to devour me, and I was more than willing. It had fangs.
There are all kinds of cool things about new cars, like the smell and the gentle sound the doors make when you close them. The pristine upholstery and the sound system. All nice things but also things that don't matter when you start driving. My car didn't want to smile at at me. It didn't even want to look at me. It stared off blankly into empty space, bored with being parked. It didn't know me yet. I'm most likely the wife of some prideful car owner so I wasn't offended. Plus there was the fact that I was resistant to develop a relationship with it. It looked about as menacing as a Hundai.
For the first couple days I rode shotgun exclusively. The acceleration crushed my stomach against my spine and my goofy smile was unavoidable. That's when I realized this is not the 227hp WRX I fell in love with years ago. This is much more car. I woke up the next morning to see a beautiful monster parked in my driveway. My perspective had changed. If I was a normal girl and had a normal girlfriend I would have told her 'Edward Cullen has nothing on my car'.
Everyday the perception of blandness turned to ferocity. The more I knew what it was capable of the more I wanted to try it for myself. And so I finally broke down and drove it. I knew it was my death sentence but I couldn't resist anymore. My attempt at self preservation dissolved instantly. The gap quickly overflowed with my love for my car! I can't turn back anymore. It's talons are locked in a death grip around my body. If it rips it's claws from my flesh I will surely bleed to death. At this point I can't do anything better than just enjoy what I have. And believe me, I do just that.
It looked so tame to me before but now I know it's a deadly beast. When I look at it now I can see that. Holy shit that is one sexy monster! And it owns me
1. When I first looked at my car it looked tame.
I had resisted reading car stuff for so long that I was oblivious to the whole fact that the 08 WRX was also know as the 'AWD Camry'. And that the 09 WRX seemed to work extra hard to redeem its image as a real rally inspired car. It more than succeeded. To the extreme that the $10,000 jump to the 09 STI seems frivolous. Who can drive my car and yet still want to spend another $10,000 for the STI? I know some people like to have the top of the line, best, but that novelty wears off fast.
So my car looked tame when it pulled into my driveway. I do like cars that look aggressive. I remember the first time I saw an Evo. It looked like it was smiling at me, as pretty much every car does these days. But the Evo's smile wasn't quite so friendly looking. It looked like it was happy that it found me as its victim; that it was delighted at the opportunity to suck the life out of me. That first Evo looked at me like it wanted to devour me, and I was more than willing. It had fangs.
There are all kinds of cool things about new cars, like the smell and the gentle sound the doors make when you close them. The pristine upholstery and the sound system. All nice things but also things that don't matter when you start driving. My car didn't want to smile at at me. It didn't even want to look at me. It stared off blankly into empty space, bored with being parked. It didn't know me yet. I'm most likely the wife of some prideful car owner so I wasn't offended. Plus there was the fact that I was resistant to develop a relationship with it. It looked about as menacing as a Hundai.
For the first couple days I rode shotgun exclusively. The acceleration crushed my stomach against my spine and my goofy smile was unavoidable. That's when I realized this is not the 227hp WRX I fell in love with years ago. This is much more car. I woke up the next morning to see a beautiful monster parked in my driveway. My perspective had changed. If I was a normal girl and had a normal girlfriend I would have told her 'Edward Cullen has nothing on my car'.
Everyday the perception of blandness turned to ferocity. The more I knew what it was capable of the more I wanted to try it for myself. And so I finally broke down and drove it. I knew it was my death sentence but I couldn't resist anymore. My attempt at self preservation dissolved instantly. The gap quickly overflowed with my love for my car! I can't turn back anymore. It's talons are locked in a death grip around my body. If it rips it's claws from my flesh I will surely bleed to death. At this point I can't do anything better than just enjoy what I have. And believe me, I do just that.
It looked so tame to me before but now I know it's a deadly beast. When I look at it now I can see that. Holy shit that is one sexy monster! And it owns me