Summer is near, I’m still lacking a car, so obviously unless I get in gear (pun intended) it will be a very sad season for me. I love a clear sunny day, with a nice cool breeze waving across you. The bright sun rays making everyday sights, vivid, brighter which seems to make one calm and relaxed. The smells seem even richer and nothing nothing can bring you down. But this bliss can be amplified! You can make these few days which Britons experience just a few times a year even better. You can sit behind the wheel of a car. A car is so much more than a transportation machine, it becomes part of the driver, letting you experience the world in a new way.

For instants, there is a pure feeling  when you are at the beginning of a dry, clean bright silvery road in the country. An empty path of freedom which will enable you to set yourself free. The hot interior, the hot air, the smell of leather. Then you set off with enthusiasm, man and machine as one, so in-tune with one another you are no longer reacting to the road but predicting and adjusting your inputs accordingly, enabling the car to simply glide from corner to corner. Speeds get higher and soon your travelling faster than god ever intended you to, giving the finger to mother nature so to speak. One of the most glorious sounds erupting from under your right foot. Your the composer.

The effect on your body is amazing. Endorphines, adrenaline are released. All senses are activated, well if you taste the steering wheel that is. Emotions are sparked, pride, the challenge, the enthusiasm, love? All because of this bit of tin with wheels. This bit of tin with wheels….

That little bit of tin with wheels that took thousands of pounds to design on paper by the worlds best artists. Which took many of the worlds smartest men and women many thousands of hours to build. Which is then payed for by your thousands of hours of hard work.

Then you come to the end of the road. Your adrenaline, pulse, sweat glands all on overdrive. The exhaust popping to idle, engine off then ticking cool. the smell of rubber. You and your machine actually are one, both enduring the same, and then afterwards reacting in the same way, suffering the same symptoms.

No a car does not just get me from A to B