My look on cars has become a very complex and deep. To me, a car is not just a machine. It is a living thing. It has parts just like us. Think about it. The engine has the same qualities as a heart. Air is the blood. Air gets sucked in and pumped back out. Okay, so it doesn't go through the whole car like the blood does our body, but it is close enough. The ECU would be the brain and the wires would be nerves. Everything else is obvious.
As I work on O-Ren, I feel like a little bit of my spirit is going into her. Cooky? Yeah, but it is hard to compare her before and after and not think that. She tries to start on her own for God's sakes! Tell me that isn't just a little bit weird.
What else are cars to me? Art. A stock car is a blank canvas waiting for you to paint a portrait of who you are. Everyone is different. Which is why I get pissy when people insult other people's cars. It is like insulting a painting. Don't do it. It is a form of expression. Don't be a jackass.
The next time you look at you car, try and see what I mean. Or be a douche and just go eat Wendy's. Whatever.
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