Fool Injection

WP_20130720_001Not entirely too recently, I purchased the move “Rush.” This is Ron Howard’s new film about F1 racing, and I have watched it several times now. It is really less of a story about the competition between two drivers, axis is an exquisite bit of car porn.

Quite early in then film, One of the characters notes that, “Men love women, but even more than that, men love cars.” Quite likely, this could be taken as a terribly sexist or even misogynistic comment, but to do so really would misunderstand the situation.

One scene, only very brief, in the early moments of the film shows the initial firing up of a series of formula 3engines, with waves of gasoline spreading across the throttle plates of the carburetors of the engines as the men get ready to race. I watch that, and am no less aroused than the scene earlier when James hunt is making it with a terribly sexy and nude nurse prior to the same race. But it’s a different thing.

And perhaps it’s stupid. I can’t really tell. I’m a guy, and frankly I’m not all that bright all the time, but I try to be just a bit perceptive about it.

I’ve heard it said that Women are sex objects, and that men are Success objects. That’s obviously an oversimplification, but not too far off. and I think a lot of the love of cars within men comes from that. The idea that you can take metal, rubber, and gasoline, and turn it into a race car is a very successful concept for anyone. Really, it shouldn’t be a male/female split, and I think it is becoming less so.

I see some men appreciating their looks, and women appreciating their success as well. And I think this is great. especially as it hits close to home.

Outside some anthropological drive for automotive and success-oriented superiority, cars have a drive. They have their own draw to many, and I have been pleased as I have seen my daughter’s draw to cars.

I learned to love cars. partially, from growing up around so many. At least I think that’s a big driver. But in any case. my list of cars falls unser the following:

  • ’71 Oldsmobile
  • ’77 Honda
  • ’75 Cadillac
  • ’75 Bug
  • ’93 Jeep
  • ’02 Subaru
  • ’04 Chrysler
  • ’05 Dodge
  • and on the side, a ’76 Triumph

This list also betrays my fetish for ’70’s cars in general. Can’t say why that is. but it is.

and while there are a lot of men who only see their cars as a mode of transport between two points, I have always had a close relationship with my cars. Each one meant something to me, positive and negative. Even something as simple as having an American car has always carried meaning. But, in general, I think keeping the relationship with a mechanical car is what always pulls at my heart.

For me, being able to deep dive into the inner workings of my current british project, with no power systems at all, has meant a lot. each system that I fix carries meaning, and gives me a personal boost, even if no one else ever learns about it. It is a small part of my success, and grants me confidence.

I have been very glad to learn of my daughter’s interest in cars. She is a beautiful girl, and probably could choose to skate by on her looks if she choose. but she is smart and curious. And I have infected her with my passion for mechanical and loud gasoline devices. and while I doubt that any specific knowledge on how one or another car works will ever be of deep value to her, I know that the lack of fear and deep inquisitive nature that starts the questioning process will pay off in spades in her life.

I also hope to saddle her with a British car, so that the opportunities for reflection never cease. But not a French car, that would just be mean.