Cars may just be lumps of metal, rubber and plastic, but they’re lumps of metal, rubber and plastic that speak to us and elicit feelings in a way that few other mechanical objects can.
Admittedly, those feelings are often accompanied by thoughts such as ‘how much money have I spent keeping you alive’, ‘please don’t break down’ and ‘start, you bastard’, but I’m sure we wouldn’t have it any other way.
Please get stuck in – we want to hear stories of why you bought your car, where you’ve been with it and why you have a connection with it. Perhaps you want to talk about a car you should never have sold, an unforgettable trip with your current motor, or being forced to keep a car that looks absolutely horrific but has a strong connection with your family.
Post your stories in the relevant owner’s club Tribe and start sharing tales of your beloved. Even if they involve swearing and a hammer.