As we get older, our perspectives change. This year in Canada seemed like a never-ending winter; and sometimes I wonder about why I own a vehicle that can only be used for a few months of the year. A vintage sports car, some would call a toy... but the way they captivate us, the way they transport us to another era, I would call more along the lines of a mode of escapism.
Queeny, as I like to call her, can be attributed to the very beginnings of Werks, a company inspired by the petrol-infused lifestyle of the 60s, 70s, and 80s, an era where the automobile was taking off, and motor racing was in it's heyday.
I think, often, of the quote from the film Rush "They could never have imagined, those pioneers who invented the automobile that it would possess us like this, our imaginations, our dreams --(...) men love women, but even more than that, men love cars."
There are a few things that bring back memories instantaneously for people. Smell, closely related to taste, I believe is one of the most poignant. The moment I come within the area of a vintage car, that lovely mix of oil, petrol, and years of use instantly transports me to another time, another place. There is something irreplaceable, captivating, and transforming about owning a piece of history... but it isn't something that you can only look at-- its something you can touch, feel, and interact with- something truly special.
Life, it seems, zips by at speeds only replicated on the race track. It is becoming more and more important to take time in our daily lives to disconnect from the modern momentum of connectivity and interact with our surroundings. I would argue, that owning and driving a classic is perhaps the perfect way (for a petrolhead) to re-centre yourself. So, with that, there's clearly no other argument you need-- 🤓