Here is a post inspired by
a segment done by James May on Top Gear. He was saying that a car is the most
entertaining to drive when it is being driven at its limit, and I agree with
him 100%. Take, for example, the new and very beloved Suzuki Swift Sport. Yeah
it doesn’t have a lot of horsepower, but the most fun of driving any car is
when you are driving the car at its limit of capabilities. For the Swift, it's
limits are going to be pretty low, meaning you can achieve them way easier than
say the limits of a Ferrari or Lamborghini, or even just a car with 250hp.
Wringing every last rev out of the engine and changing gears often is when
driving is fun. It may sound wrong, but which would you rather do: trundle in a Ferrari at very low speeds, or thrash a small
and underpowered car around at its comparatively lower limits of ability? I know
most people would automatically say "well of course a Ferrari!", but
just think about it. Going back to the idea that a car is fun when driven at
its limit and applying it to a Ferrari means that you would have to be driving
it at outrageous speeds and going around tight corners at motorway speeds. A 1.6L
4-cylinder engine Swift Sport on skinny tires, on the other hand, will have its
tires squealing for mercy at around 30mph while going around corners, and you
will be able to rev the engine as high as it can tolerate more of the time,
meaning you will be having a hell of a lot more fun. So, is all the horsepower that
new cars are trying to pack necessary? Isn’t it all a bit excessive? When, in
everyday driving, can you use the 560hp of an Italia without putting your life
in danger? By no means, though, am I saying that a Suzuki Swift Sport is a better
car than any Italian supercar, and they are in two different realms when it
comes to the car world. But in the real world, away from the race track, a world which is plagued with potholes and red lights, it
just may be the more entertaining car to drive more of the time.
C ars. Driving. Girls. Love. Six cars and three motorcycles in five years. I did the math for you and it comes out to a change in vehicle every 6.66 months. I assume the Devil finds this amusing, because I feel like I’m possessed with some inexplicable thing which literally makes it impossible for me to commit to a car for long periods of time, and that worries me. Is this foreshadowing an inability for me to commit to anything, or anyone? No. Of course not. Cars are a soulless piece of metal which cost money and can’t talk, love, or do anything on their own. They are there to transport a driver from one place to another, whether it be quickly, luxuriously, a combination of the two, or neither. Cars cannot be compared to women, love, nor relationships. Or can they? Can the process of becoming an owner of a new car be likened to the process of going into a relationship with someone? Wait a minute… So, one day, say I’m going dow...
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