"The Hess Truck's here and it's better than everFor Christmas this year! The Hess Truck's here!"
There are so many great car movies out there that really make you feel like you're in the movie. From talking cars to racing films, there's a wide range of ideas writers and directors can play around with when it comes to cars. Even the thrill of cars racing in the movie is the greatest feeling when it keeps you at the edge of your seat.
Being young can be hard at times. We have curfews, homework and not enough time or freedom to do anything.
Look, we all have that dream car. We all do, don't deny it. We all have seen or heard about that car we have to have. No matter what we do, we must have that car. I have had the same dream car since I was about 17. It's been a 1967 Chevy Chevelle SS, and it is the only car that I would ever own that would be a manual, because I am strictly an automatic driver—always have been, always will be. But this article isn't about the dream car, it is about our first car, which is just as poetic as that dream car that we all hope to get. I look back, and while my first car was a piece of shit, it was mine. I bought it with my own money, I didn't have help with it, I didn't rely on others to buy it for me. I bought it. I could call it mine. It was my first bit of freedom when I was a kid; it was my whole world. I could go and do whatever I wanted. I had a way to leave the house and travel around, go to the movies, go to work, and not have to wait or, god, hope someone would want to take me. No, I had something that could do all of that at the snap of my fingers.
There's something to be said about a car that's so awesome, so attentio-grabbing, that it steals the show. When you see a car that ends up becoming permanently tied to a movie franchise, it's hard not to admire it in some way.
My first car was a brand new 2010 Subaru Forester X Premium. I loved everything about it: the cloth seats, the huge sunroof, the bright headlights, the killer sound system (after I added a small preamp unit, of course), the shiny black paint, the way it revved when I pressed the gas pedal just beyond that special point. It was a beaut, and it was my beaut.
Cars don't make cars, individuals don't make cars, factories don't make cars. I wonder if you're thinking, who the fuck makes the cars then? Hold on, you're moving too fast. You're at a German right now, and we need you at an American or even a Japanese.
Your car is a statement about yourself. It says who you are, how you will likely drive, and what kind of life you live. Have you ever wondered what your car says about you, or what people think about your car?
Cars have a very strange relationship with the people who drive them. People either adore them or are just ambivalent about them. The people who adore their cars really go crazy about them - often to the point that it can be aggravating for those who don't own those kinds of cars.
In the mid-2000s, there wasn't a single teenager who didn't want to have their car featured on Pimp My Ride. This show, spearheaded by rapper Xzibit and some mavericks at MTV, was all about taking cars that looked terrible and modifying them into larger-than-life works of art.