Thursday, February 7, 2013
Love comes in many forms and takes many shapes. I love my husband. I love my dogs. I love my family and all of my friends. And I love my cars. One more than all the others. Yes, I play favorites and yes, it is possible to love a machine. You see, I remain, as ever, in complete awe of the E30 M3. Created for the sole purpose of being a racecar (BMW was forced to sell them to the general public because the DTM rules demanded that they do so) to kick Mercedes-Benz's butt. It is the most winning BMW in history. This is not my car, but it looks almost exactly like it.
Even down to the blue harnesses. This is a model I found on ebay. I have the perfect place for it--cupid are you paying attention? You can forget the overpriced flowers and chocolates. I think this baby needs to come live with me.
How can I feel actual, genuine love for a machine, you ask? Um, because I can do this with it:
Is there someplace where you are completely and totally in the present?