East coast car enthusiasts know very well that as soon as their cars are tucked away for the winter, cold weather, dead batteries, salt and winter tires become the very sad reality of car ownership.
For some, race cars are loud, noisy things that are quite bothersome. For others, they sing the perfected melody of our favourite tune. Going to the race track is an in-your-face mind blowing experience. The sound of a car ripping by at full pull, the smells of burning tires, petrol, and superheated brakes, your eyes attempting to follow cars zooming by. It is, for any car person, Mecca.
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.
The summer in Canada is short, hot, and busy. As Canadians, we are forced to spend more time indoors in the winter, and when the temperature rises we tend to run screaming towards the outdoors, maximizing every minute of daylight and soaking it all up.