For many boys growing up, they fantasize about owning a fast or fancy car some day and I was definitely one of those boys. To sit behind the wheel and tear around the streets turning heads and of course impressing girls! (at least it was that way when we are in our teens, it is just that some men never grow past that point) In elementary school it was the Corvette and in high school it was the McLaren F1 and in my adult life it is the Aston Martin DBS. I still love cars to this day, enjoying my Gran Turismo racing video game, watching the British Top Gear (the US version is awful. Why did they feel that they needed to make a US version?) and of course enjoying the Barrett Jackson auction when it is on tv. For me cars represent freedom. Freedom from the constraints of distance and an escape from life. When I am behind the wheel of my car I am the only one in control and I have a certain peace when I drive by myself watching the minutes turn into miles. I sometimes see myself tearing down the Stelvio Pass in Italy and other days just cruising in a small town in a 1955 Chevy Bel Air.
The most attainable part of my dream is to some day travel to Scottsdale, Arizona to witness the Barrett Jackson Auction with my father. I would love to have a little extra money set aside in a few years so that we could cruise home from Arizona in a classic. I am not talking about a huge sum of money, just enough to buy a restored classic from the 50’s. I don’t want a tricked out custom, just restored, with seat belts installed and preferably in blue and white.
The first half of the dream would be the auction. To see all the wonderful cars and to watch the auctioneer do his magic as the price of a fancy custom car skyrockets past the 1 million dollar mark. To experience the chaos of the bidding floor as the bid assistants use everything within their means to get the attention of the auctioneer. Flailing their arms, blowing on whistles and yelling are all fair game and I can only imagine how crazy it could be.
The second half (if I were to make a purchase of a car) would be to cruise back to Michigan in my new car taking turns with my dad driving across the United States. Stopping in cities I have never been, seeing sights that I have never seen all the while enjoying a nice piece of history. Kinda like the cool/good parts of that crummy Paul Reiser movie “The Thing About My Folks” except that my dad and I don’t have to build the relationship that the characters have in this film because we already have that relationship (which will make things a lot easier).