As always it has been a while since I've posted. No fear though, I've got three or four posts in the queue. Their timing just won't make sense. Today's is anecdotal.It's no secret to most people I know that I'm an avid car enthusiast. But fewer people know how I got that way. Hell, I don't even know for sure. But here's a theory.
My genetics. My grand father is a car collector with a wide range of vehicles throughout his multiple homes and 12 or 13 garage spaces. From day 1 I was exposed to this. Must have rubbed off on me a little, right? WRONG. It rubbed off on me LOT.
Here's the more anecdotal part. Every summer we spend a lot of time at our family's home on the cape. When I was small my grandfather would always take me out in rides in the evening in the convertible or sometimes just the regular car. It was awesome. We would drive along the coast, relaxin' or talking and just enjoying the company and the scenery. I still cherish those memories with my grandfather in his cars.
But last night that tradition evolved. After dinner I felt like driving so the two of us went to the lower garage and took out MY car. And I drove my grandfather along the beach in my favorite car in my collection (my only car :p). Strange role reversal but just as enjoyable as the cliche old days were. Times change but they remain a shadow of the past. Thank god for the stability in that.
