Take a Computer engineer and tell him about the phenomenon called Google, and you can pretty much expect a straight face, as straight as the "Bonneville Salt Flats". Similarly when I get down with my bloggers friends and announce with utmost pride that "I WROTE MY FIRST BLOG EVER"... all I expect to get is simple "cool!" (Not even a capital ‘C’L)... seriously I have come into the phenomenon of blogging so late that it makes evolution seem like a jiffy.
But this being my first blog I wanted to start it of with a tribute, a royal tribute to the car that really got my heart behind the wheel, to the car that under-steered so bad that, when ever I took speed into the corners (at an amateur level) it showed me a glimpse of death and got me safely back on the road, as though it wanted to tell me "confidence is good kid, but too much of it will kill you" or shall I say it made me look heroic and not let me crash... the car that got me and my mates to our destination while serious just sipping on fuel and maintenance so low I could have covered it in my pocket money...and no I don’t get much there. I am addressing my handed-down-to-me-from-dad-car...my beloved MS-Wagon R.
It’s Been almost an year or maybe more since she moved out, but damn I can’t think of one thing I miss more from my past year then this machine, makes you think is a car just bits and pieces of metal put together.
Over the years automotive giants try to sell a car under the pretext of it having a certain "soul" a certain pedigree, though I would not comment on the pedigree aspect of it, yet I will debate the soul part of it. "SOUL" is not a electronic feed that u can download on to a cars ECU, but is the bond the driver feels and shares with the car, it’s what the car or machine makes u feel every time you get behind the wheel ... it’s the trust you have on the car, that even thought you might go like a teenage boy trying his luck to impress that pretty lady on the side-walk, yet execute it with a certain level of ease, let’s just say you should be able to do a waltz with your car.
If u spent a million on your car or let’s say it looks like a million, it is not necessary that the beauty parked in your garage has a thumping heart...chances are the Italians and Germans have fallen of their chairs laughing “wze made zee fool of zis idioot,soul in hiss Porsche wad was he tshinking!!”, if u are jumping with joy saying "my car looks like shit so it surely has soul and pedigree of a stallion"...I am sorry to be in-your-face on this but...your car-BRO- seriously won’t cut it. it’s not what it costs, it's not how it looks and to a certain degree it’s not even how it drives it’s how it makes you feel every time you get into it or walk towards it... my wagon was not a looker as per the normal standards but I loved the way she looked, I drove cars that drove better, looked better, had more power and felt solid, but till date I don’t remember a single boy-race I had with the guys, that I lost, dint ever-EVER have a accident on road and damn NEVER -EVER was worried about the fuel gauge dipping too low... I mean for me that’s what a soul is all about, the car to do its job and plainly keep me at peace...it’s like you going to your school reunion when your 40,with your wife who takes care of you, your family, cooks you a great meal and always puts a smile on your face. And your best-buddy turns up with Kim kardashian, you might envy him for sometime but rest assured he isn't at peace.
My whole point being this car, like many others, has been a silent butler, served hard and had a dignified end. This is my tribute to my work horse, the beloved Wagon-r.
- JD
Revrange
