Why do you even like cars?

I don't like cars I just work on them

>don't want to get a license because modern cars are boring and I don't need one in the city
what a retard lol
I have a taxi driver license and I don't even drive a cab, I only got it because you never know when you may need it
I want a truck license but I need to borrow a truck to take the exam first

I don't agree with that. You don't have to have a raging hard-on for "POWAAAH" to be a car guy. I personally like giving my cars a little bit more, but can completely respect someone who just enjoys their car stock

because even if i'm driving for mandatory reasons like work or school i derive great pleasure from it. the physical act bonds me with my machine each time i do it.

i truly love my car, despite every problem it might have; i really, truly, wholeheartedly love it

i don't. im just here to shitpost

This, I pity people who don't like driving. It's the only part of my day where things seem pretty ok.

no gf
no friends
no one even acknowledges my existence unless im ripping down the street with my straight pipes or my motorcycle
can't kill myself but dream of highsiding going 95 / drifting into a tree and dying instantly

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I like the looks you get when you rev down the street.

Or the little drag races you have with people at the stoplight.

I like to see all the different kinds of people.

and the way the fall in love with their cars. People who love their shitboxes, or Grandpa in his Miata.

I like the conversations you make with a bored dad at the gas filler, looking for an excuse to not get back in the car with his wife's kids.

Or that one neighborhood you know no cops are ever on, where you get a moment to floor it.

I like the feeling you get on an old back road, when you flip the brights on, and slalom through the misty forest, under a the dark moonlit sky.

and even the late spring nights, cruising through the city. Listening to easy tunes. The warm breeze passing through your window, The rhythm of stopping at empty stoplights, and flying miles through green lights.

I like the way it comforts me after a long day of work. When I just sit back, and listen to dad rock in the parking lot. Close my eyes. The purr of the cars idle like a lullaby. The seat like a friend who's hand is on your shoulder. Telling you everything is going to be okay.

Unironically, I find these things bring me incredible peace, and my anxieties float away. Like some kind of Yoga bullshit.

Cars mean more to me than they probably should, and yet. They do.

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