8/14/2012 10:53:00 AM
I make absolutely no apologies for it, I love cars; fast cars, slow cars, classic cars, prototype cars, American cars, European cars, hell I even like Japanese cars. I envy Jay Leno and his warehouses full of cars. I have lusted after cars since the moment my baby blues opened!! One of my favourite guys in high school had a seriously cool Rambler I fell in love with. And you know how it is with high school boy friends; they feel compelled to teach you how to drive! Yippee!! Naturally that just made my love affair with the automobile deeper.
My first car was a Peugeot 204 wagon and I loved that car so much I had five others. For a few years I was swapping cars every time I saw a different one that caught my fancy. Fiats, VWs, Triumphs. Vauxhalls (which I spray painted); but the car I loved was a 1967-68 Volvo 123GT. British racing green, leather interior, posi-traction, five speed over drive and no doubt, a thing that told time. I have spent the better part of my life looking for this car. Sadly I’m still looking.
I seriously lust after the Mercedes Benz G 55, but it seems highly unlikely that I will ever have the 150,000 dollars to buy one. I know that Mike Comrie gave Hillary Duff one for her birthday when they were first going out. Talk about unfair.
My buddy Bob Vilas always lets me climb in and over the new cars at the Edmonton Car Show. I have had the great thrill of sitting in McLaren’s, Bentleys, Astons, Ferraris, Maybachs and anything else that caught my fancy. Bob has indulged all my car whims. It truly is my favourite show of the year. Edmonton car dealers go all out and I love it!!
My love affair with Land Rovers is the stuff of legends. The original Discovery seemed to be the vehicle of choice for the rally guys. Paris to Dakar through sand, sun, storm, pests and assorted Bedouins; I wanted that to be me. More to the point I wanted a Land Rover. For my 50th birthday CHED Radio arranged for me to have the use of a Land Rover for a week; I loved it!!
So you may be asking by now, what’s the point of this blog (incidentally we used to call them editorials). I want to know why drug dealers and gang guys always get the cars I want. Guy gets shot in the west end, while SITTING in his Escalade. Guy gets shot in Vancouver while zipping around in his Ferrari, guy gets shot downtown and shooter makes his escape in a Range Rover. It’s not fair. I work 12-14 hours a day, a minimum 6 days a week. I have responsibilities up the wazoo and stress to match. All I want to know is, who I have to kill to get the car of my dreams!!!!