Why Do People Have a Sentimental Attachment to Their Cars?
Cars tickle our brains in some sort of way that makes us see them as a family member, a friend.
If you were to say "I've got a 30 year old toaster I love, and I can't get rid of it", it would be rather unusual wouldn't it? But we say that about cars, either old, or new. Cars tickle our brains in some sort of way that makes us see them as a family member, a friend.
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They may represent your first paycheck, your connection to your father, your freedom or even those bad times where you sat in the driver's seat having a breakdown punching the steering wheel like a mad man.
For the good or the bad, we bond with our cars in ways we bond with no other machine, perhaps if we, the petrol heads, saw them as something that takes us from A to B, but no. We do think of them as something more, we think of them for the roaring engines, the exhaust notes, the paint job that makes us look stunned.
I know this because I own one of those cars, my first car in fact. A 1996 Honda Civic I bought two years ago. These two years have been full of adventures, from the times in which I polished it for 5 hours straight, to the time I changed jobs and I needed something more economical and converted it to LPG instead of trading it for a diesel.
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Yes, it may be green. It may be a 23 year old car. The clutch slave cylinder maybe giving up on itself. The bodywork has seen better days. The bushings on the suspension are slowly turning into dust. The windshield is leaky.
-But I simply can't trade it for anything else.
It is my first car, the one I bought by scraping all the money I could get together from selling car parts on Facebook Marketplace. And that somehow makes it special, it is not a Type-R, not even a 1.6 VTi. But it's mine.
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I've found a way to make this a love letter to my own car, but this is also a reminder for all car guys out there ripping hair off trying to fix their old worthless piece of tin.