Being with kids is really fun, you end up getting your nerve cells to function again. But one problem is sometimes you end up getting stuck in a time capsule. Of course, a sense of dejavu is sometimes a good manifestation.
So here we are, my dear Bleacher boys and girls, with yet another kindergarten rhyme set to auto racing tune.
Race Car, Race Car, where have you been? All over the world. Till now, this year, I had been to Melbourne, Sepang, Bahrain, Istanbul, Monaco, Magny-Cours, and London.
I have so many names. Some call me a Ferrari and give me an Italian nationality. Some call me a McLaren and give me British citizenship, so on and so forth. They change my make, shape, and brand. They make me wear their team colors.
They put wings, things, fins on my front and rear. Sometimes they make me feel like an ugly duckling. Remember when I was a Williams and they made me wear those ugly elephant tusks? I could have felt more at home in an African jungle instead of feeling like a clown on the race track. That sure was a travesty!
For want of crying out loud the Honda guys even painted me a dirty green last season and called me an "Earth Car" as though that would even the damage they'd done to my shiny disposition.
I share a very great relationship with most of the drivers. Some of them almost treat me like human, like I am their best friend, like we were together since times immemorial. When they speak, they even put me before them, "My car and me."
They handle me with love and care. They see that I don't perish on those lanes. They want us as a team to be the winning combination.
I guess they even feel bad that I am not there with them on the podium. I tell them not to worry, that I'd done my job in getting them to the podium, that I did not fail them or fall off dead from the heat in between the race. I did stand by them like only a true friend can.
While with some drivers, no matter how hard we try, we never seem to get on to equitable terms. I feel saddened, sometimes angry too—they also take out their anger on me, their frustration.
I am frustrated too when they do not handle me right. Sometimes I am whipped against the barriers like I am a old junk train, that bothers me, I want to weep so I sputter. They feel let down.
They are frustrated when I do not deliver what I promise, but what to do, sometimes my brain (engine) goes bad and then my God (my maker) goes all antsy and takes me apart to look into the reasons as to why my brain went into a seizure.
Treat me right, give me my right measure and I shall carry you home to the chequered flag safe and sound. Treat me bad, hit me against the barriers, don't give me enough strength, and then I fail you.
I am a race car, always racing—across nations, across the streets, across the tracks, across the good, the bad, and the ugly, yet still, I am only a race car, made to fulfil the wishes of my master. I share their joys, I share their pains, I share their anger, I share their exhilaration!
Am I going to become an endangered species?
No way, not until there are people to race me and race themselves with me. That racer and myself are kindred spirits!
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3 months ago
Only someone like you Sara could think of things from the point of view of the car, ha ha ... Well done, great stuff Sara ... CARS HAVE FEELINGS TOO ! ... We need to treat them right !
from 3 months ago
Thank you Sir :-) you made my day :-) So grateful! Yep, cars have a load of feelings I heard and that they can act up when you most need them not to! I heard that they throw a tantrum or 2 at times!
from 3 months ago
Have you ever seen the Disney Pixar movie 'Cars' ? Great film and a fine example that cars have feelings, ha ha !
from 3 months ago
Yes, that's one of my favorite films!
from 3 months ago
I have on my desk right now Lightning McQueen, Snot Rod (The Rod that sneezes) and his GF the Porsche ... Oh and one of his pitlane crew, the little fork lift trucks ... I got them on my desk as little mascots, dont think they have feelings but they are portrayed well in the film, great movie, I would recommend watching the extras for the research work done in the field of NAscar to make it more true to life !
from 3 months ago
Awesome Ben!
from 3 months ago
I know, ha ha !
3 months ago
What a refreshing view point! Loved it!!! Expect the unexpected from Sarah!!! Your articles are a treat! And yep Cars have feelings too and in a bizarre way I could relate to the in the article , that I talk to my car and have a name for it and yes I do put my car before me... :)
Thank you for the article :)
Sarita
from 3 months ago
Welcome to B/R Sareeta, It is wonderful to see you here and read your comments! I am glad you enjoyed this article and could recall instances from reality :-) great going lady!
3 months ago
I think you've been hanging out with your nephew a little too much :)
Great article, it was a fun read and made me smile!
from 3 months ago
:) yessir, yessir 3 bags full :) his influence is rubbing off on me right when it should be the other way round...mighty honored and grateful as also gleeful for your treasured comments and the POTD Sheiban San!
from 3 months ago
Oh don't worry about it too much! You're a good writer and you should be commended as such :)
3 months ago
Sarah, what a wonderful, lyrical piece of writing! I'm no car buff but thought I'd check out your writing, and I'm glad I did.
I don't know if you're familiar with Richard Thompson's song "1952 Vincent Black Lighting," but I think you'd appreciate it. OK, so in part it's an ode to a motorcycle, but still ... it even mentions the Vincent's soul. It can be found numerous times on YouTube by Thompson and a host of others performing his song.
from 3 months ago
yah! one of my top 4 Thompson tunes.
from 3 months ago
Thank you Brian, I am so glad that you liked it! Have to hear that song, will download it from YouTube. We might yet succeed to convert you into a car buff hopefully one of these days :-)
3 months ago
nice piece! great, great, great story.
from 3 months ago
L.J., does "Why Must I Plead" make the cut? "Two Left Feet?"
from 3 months ago
Thank you L.J. what would I do without readers such as your esteemed self showering your encouragement, I am so glad that it meets your approval :-)
from 3 months ago
Brian, you seem to know a lot of the bike/car songs, gotta sit down and jot them down in my playlist, they might be inspiration enough
3 months ago
Excellent. The Corvair may have been saved if you were around to wax poetic in its time.
from 3 months ago
Thank you Baby Tate, now that you remind me I was wanting to read up on the Corvair as I saw a small mention of it on one of the search sites... when was it? could I wax poetic :-) about it now, do you think they will listen?
3 months ago
Corvair was in the 1960s. Ralph Nader made his name as the person who got the vehicle outlawed due to danger of flipping over.
I thought in 2000, if he had won the Presidency, he should have ridden in the parade in a coverible Corvair.
3 months ago
Ahh! Great article Sarah! There should be quite a few people around who imagine cars to feel and think like this. Don't we love 'em (our cars)? And all the others who treat their cars as mere mechanical things deprived of a soul, they just miss out on a lot. They lack romanticism is my verdict.
I'm sure my dear old faithful maroon Hyundai is striving as hard as me to return home safe, but make it a fun drive all the way, just like the shiny, powerful and talented F1-race-wonders.
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