Since I can't think of anything to write, here is a paper that I wrote back in high school. I can't remember what why we had to write something like this, but hey...I got an A minus on it! 
When ever someone learns about my passion for my Cuda they think that I am weird. They ask me why I put so much time and money into a car. People also cant understand how I can love something that is a machine, or something that others see as a tool to get from point A to point B. I just shrug my shoulders and say that it is something inside of me. I have decided that now is the time that I let everyone in on why I love that car.
For the first half of my life I was just a girl. As far back as I can remember I was usually behind everyone else. For instance in kindergarten, we had this story time rug and when you were finished with your assignement, you could go and wait on the rug for everyone else to get done. I was always the last one on the rug, it didnt matter what the assignment was, I was equally slow. I tried and tried to be the first one on the rug every time, but only succeeded once. This pattern continued through my life. I was usually picked darn near last for any kind of team. Which didnt bother me, because I was terrible at sports. The older I got, I realized not only was it difficult, but that my life was going to be spent playing catch up to everyone else, this is until the day my father changed my fate.
I remember the day. It was summer and my dad called home from work and asked me to clean out one side of the garage, because he was bringing a car home. My first thoughts were what kind of car, and I immediately began fantasizing about fast sports cars. That is until he pulled up in the driveway in a cloud of black smoke and deafening backfire. My father brought home a 1970 Plymouth Cuda, that he found on some farm being used as storage for trash. For some reason, I took a liking to this rusted out piece of metal, that I still cant explain. Looking back at it now, I think that it had to be destiny, there really is no other explantion.
As the restoration process began, my father decided to first rebuild the engine, which is where i really got into the car. Finally knowing how engines work was enlightening. I couldnt wait until I was able to get back in the garage, where I was constantly learning new things, that were not difficult for me to grasp. On the weekends we would go to swap meets and car shows, where we got ideas about how the car would turn out. So I decided that it was going to be everything that I wanted to be and am not.
Six years later, this car is still a large part of my life. When I have a stressful day, all I have to do is take the car for a drive, or just work on it. There is something about working on a car that is soothing to ones soul. You see, this car makes me feel free. When I drive it, I realize that I am not the one struggling to keep pace with everyone. I am the pace setter. I am not the one being picked last for the team, I am the team captain. Finally, I am where I want to be....in front.
So in repsonse to everyones question, I love this car beause it has the pesonality that I always hoped to have I would have. It is opinionated, but at the same time very easy going, reliable, always ready for fun, and isnt afraid to get down to business when necessary. I think that my connection with this car is that it is my alter ego.
Looking back at this now, I think I have come pretty close to being the way that I wanted to be. Chances are I was like that back then, but a little more reserved about it.
P.S. "I miss SYH. SYH is one sexy mofo. I wish he was here with me right now so I could tell him he is full of himself."
When ever someone learns about my passion for my Cuda they think that I am weird. They ask me why I put so much time and money into a car. People also cant understand how I can love something that is a machine, or something that others see as a tool to get from point A to point B. I just shrug my shoulders and say that it is something inside of me. I have decided that now is the time that I let everyone in on why I love that car.
For the first half of my life I was just a girl. As far back as I can remember I was usually behind everyone else. For instance in kindergarten, we had this story time rug and when you were finished with your assignement, you could go and wait on the rug for everyone else to get done. I was always the last one on the rug, it didnt matter what the assignment was, I was equally slow. I tried and tried to be the first one on the rug every time, but only succeeded once. This pattern continued through my life. I was usually picked darn near last for any kind of team. Which didnt bother me, because I was terrible at sports. The older I got, I realized not only was it difficult, but that my life was going to be spent playing catch up to everyone else, this is until the day my father changed my fate.
I remember the day. It was summer and my dad called home from work and asked me to clean out one side of the garage, because he was bringing a car home. My first thoughts were what kind of car, and I immediately began fantasizing about fast sports cars. That is until he pulled up in the driveway in a cloud of black smoke and deafening backfire. My father brought home a 1970 Plymouth Cuda, that he found on some farm being used as storage for trash. For some reason, I took a liking to this rusted out piece of metal, that I still cant explain. Looking back at it now, I think that it had to be destiny, there really is no other explantion.
As the restoration process began, my father decided to first rebuild the engine, which is where i really got into the car. Finally knowing how engines work was enlightening. I couldnt wait until I was able to get back in the garage, where I was constantly learning new things, that were not difficult for me to grasp. On the weekends we would go to swap meets and car shows, where we got ideas about how the car would turn out. So I decided that it was going to be everything that I wanted to be and am not.
Six years later, this car is still a large part of my life. When I have a stressful day, all I have to do is take the car for a drive, or just work on it. There is something about working on a car that is soothing to ones soul. You see, this car makes me feel free. When I drive it, I realize that I am not the one struggling to keep pace with everyone. I am the pace setter. I am not the one being picked last for the team, I am the team captain. Finally, I am where I want to be....in front.
So in repsonse to everyones question, I love this car beause it has the pesonality that I always hoped to have I would have. It is opinionated, but at the same time very easy going, reliable, always ready for fun, and isnt afraid to get down to business when necessary. I think that my connection with this car is that it is my alter ego.
Looking back at this now, I think I have come pretty close to being the way that I wanted to be. Chances are I was like that back then, but a little more reserved about it.
P.S. "I miss SYH. SYH is one sexy mofo. I wish he was here with me right now so I could tell him he is full of himself."
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...with the one who makes you sigh.