About 10 year ago, I have this fantasy of roaming around the world aboard a flying limousine. Then I open the roof and scream "I'm the king of the world", maybe the gigantic movie Titanic inspired me to have that phrase.
As I grow, I developed a more sincere passion for cars. I always love how luxury cars look. Maybe that's the reason why they call it luxury, because nowadays outside appearance cost a lot of money.
Call me an idiot, but I love everything that is beautiful. Who wouldn't? But I am terribly weak for the looks. I would go down my knees and beg my parents money to buy the latest shirts and phone models when I was younger and doesn't have a job yet. When it comes to cars, many would say I am blind. Because my taste for beautiful is different. The older the car is, the prettier it is to me.
It's a thing that never changed overtime. I share the same passion with my father, perhaps he's the reason why I love vintage cars.
Although modern cars are a thing of beauty, I never find them as enticing, as lovely and as bold as the cars made some 20, 30, 40, 50 or 60 so years ago. I love seeing my father's garage and my old man neighbor's because they have sets of cars dating back in the 50's and 60's. I love the classic look in those cars, a touch I never recognize in modern models. Or if ever they made a car that aims to look like its from the early days, I say they're bad at copying.
That 1970 Chevy Chevelle is a beauty to me. Another car that makes me drool everytime I see it is my neighbor's Chrysler Imperial and Pontiac Bonneville, both made in the 50's.
I just wish I have the means to buy those lovely cars. You know, the older ones are the more stylish, and they are a lot more expensive. If I am to buy some cheap ones, perhaps the parts of it are all duped, no genuine parts at all. But yes, time will come. And waiting is still a virtue.