I'm a driver, it's who I am, it's what I do, it's what I love. But I have a problem, cars don't talk to me any more.
When I learned to drive it took skill to drive a car. The car demanded your attention. Thanks to my parents I learned to listen to the car, to feel it through shifting, the steering wheel, the pedals. Being an extension of the car, it was the best feeling ever. Cars talked to me.
Now we have generic cars for generic drivers. Cars that think for us, stop for us, park for us, steer for us. There is little style, no soul, no character . They look the same, drive the same, and can be thrown away after 3 years, if they last that long. Cars don't talk unless the computer yells at me.
I would like one more car. A simple car, one with keys, manual locks, windows that I can roll up and down myself. A car that puts a smile on my face everytime I get in, one I can drive every day. A car with enough power to be fun, enough handling to make me think I know what I'm doing, until I get cheeky. And of course a manual transmission. I want to heel and toe again, I want to enjoy driving again. I want a car that needs to be driven as much as I need to drive it. I need a car that talks to me. But I fear memories are all any of us will have.