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Once in a while there comes a time when you just stop.
I guess being an auto enthusiast is merely an extension of what one is out of the myriad forms that one takes in everyday life. Forms that sometime make drudgery out of what was supposed to be a carefree chuckle, and forms that sometime transform mundaneness into something truly and breathtakingly extraordinary.
As an auto enthusiast, you understand that Dynamism is a cruel word. It represents amenability to change. It represents adaptability and all that is moving. The opposite of Static. Life is about moving on. Agreed. All is well and good. As an auto enthusiast you are all for Dynamism - as long as it doesn’t entail trading in your coveted wheels. You are born with something strange in your veins. It’s called 0W30, and it flows better than blood. It starts showing its diabolic effects when you are able to appreciate that your father comes home on something that goes turrrrrrrrr and breathes smokes from its nostrils. You think it’s alive, a monster of some sort, and you are fascinated with it. You clamber abroad the monster when the father’s away, holding its cold handlebars, moving them from side to side, and yearning for the day when your legs shall reach till the ground. And on the day that they do, you just want that the monster must go on and on, never to stop.
Speed. You like speed. And the thrill that it brings with it. You like the whoosh of the wind over your helmet. You like the waaaaa of the engine when the tacho goes all the way till the limiter, and then threatens to break its housing and impale your foot to the floor. You like the way the exhaust bellows and belches and blats as you push the throttle further and further. And you like the way when after getting out of your car, you don’t get to smell the flowers, but inhale the acrid smell of burnt rubber. You are an introvert, but can’t help joining in when you hear someone, anyone, talk anything auto.
You believe in live and let live, but you also believe that your car is better than any other thing on the road. Even if what you own is a 50 year old decrepit dowager, and you live in a place called Monaco. You do not have the money, you do not have the means, you do not have the parking space, but you nevertheless own a yellow Lamborghini and a red Ducati. In your head, of course. You are a good guy. You know it’s not having money which matters. You know you may never be able to own THAT car, but you just feel good because there is Ferrari in this world. And one day, someday, maybe, just maybe.....
All this V12 powered daydreaming is interrupted by the noise of another V12. And another. And yet another. You are startled, and look towards the source of all that noise. And suddenly you realize that you are not alone. And that there are thousands of your breed. People who own yellow Lamborghinis and red Ducatis in their head. They may or may not have the money, they may or may not have the means, they may or may not have ever seen you or spoken to you, but they are people who would make you feel as if you have known them for ages. Divided by boundaries of the world, but united by a common passion. A passion that smells of unleaded. A passion that moves on wheels. A passion that moves our souls. A passion that divides us often. But a passion that ultimately makes us one.
As automotive enthusiasts we like to keep moving on. But once in a while there comes something that makes you stop. And take a deep, hard look.
The Automotive India. Happy birthday to six years of uniting automotive passion.
Now, let’s move on. Together.
Engine Start.
I guess being an auto enthusiast is merely an extension of what one is out of the myriad forms that one takes in everyday life. Forms that sometime make drudgery out of what was supposed to be a carefree chuckle, and forms that sometime transform mundaneness into something truly and breathtakingly extraordinary.
As an auto enthusiast, you understand that Dynamism is a cruel word. It represents amenability to change. It represents adaptability and all that is moving. The opposite of Static. Life is about moving on. Agreed. All is well and good. As an auto enthusiast you are all for Dynamism - as long as it doesn’t entail trading in your coveted wheels. You are born with something strange in your veins. It’s called 0W30, and it flows better than blood. It starts showing its diabolic effects when you are able to appreciate that your father comes home on something that goes turrrrrrrrr and breathes smokes from its nostrils. You think it’s alive, a monster of some sort, and you are fascinated with it. You clamber abroad the monster when the father’s away, holding its cold handlebars, moving them from side to side, and yearning for the day when your legs shall reach till the ground. And on the day that they do, you just want that the monster must go on and on, never to stop.
Speed. You like speed. And the thrill that it brings with it. You like the whoosh of the wind over your helmet. You like the waaaaa of the engine when the tacho goes all the way till the limiter, and then threatens to break its housing and impale your foot to the floor. You like the way the exhaust bellows and belches and blats as you push the throttle further and further. And you like the way when after getting out of your car, you don’t get to smell the flowers, but inhale the acrid smell of burnt rubber. You are an introvert, but can’t help joining in when you hear someone, anyone, talk anything auto.
You believe in live and let live, but you also believe that your car is better than any other thing on the road. Even if what you own is a 50 year old decrepit dowager, and you live in a place called Monaco. You do not have the money, you do not have the means, you do not have the parking space, but you nevertheless own a yellow Lamborghini and a red Ducati. In your head, of course. You are a good guy. You know it’s not having money which matters. You know you may never be able to own THAT car, but you just feel good because there is Ferrari in this world. And one day, someday, maybe, just maybe.....
All this V12 powered daydreaming is interrupted by the noise of another V12. And another. And yet another. You are startled, and look towards the source of all that noise. And suddenly you realize that you are not alone. And that there are thousands of your breed. People who own yellow Lamborghinis and red Ducatis in their head. They may or may not have the money, they may or may not have the means, they may or may not have ever seen you or spoken to you, but they are people who would make you feel as if you have known them for ages. Divided by boundaries of the world, but united by a common passion. A passion that smells of unleaded. A passion that moves on wheels. A passion that moves our souls. A passion that divides us often. But a passion that ultimately makes us one.
As automotive enthusiasts we like to keep moving on. But once in a while there comes something that makes you stop. And take a deep, hard look.
The Automotive India. Happy birthday to six years of uniting automotive passion.
Now, let’s move on. Together.
Engine Start.