I have always liked cars for as long as I remember; if I take my first memory related to cars then it was going to my grand father's office with my grand father and uncle in their Royal Blue 3 door Pajero first generation. That is my first memory of a car; I was sitting in the rear portion (trunk) of that car and went with them from their house in P.E.C.H.S to their office on M.A. Jinnah Road. I must be 2 year old and I was sitting at the back playing with my die cast model cars. I don't remember anything related to cars before that.
My next memory will be of me on the driving seat of my other uncle's White Corolla E70. I was in the lap of my mamu (which is very dangerous and not encouraged) we were going to mosque for Friday prayers & I had the steering wheel in my hand; that was the day I felt like I was the king of road. I was already in love.
I participated in my first car race when I was hardly 3 years old; two of my uncles were participating and I was there because everyone knew I was in love with cars. The following is the photograph of that day.
On my 3rd Birthday my Birthday cake was cartoon version of my uncle's E80 Corolla in pistachio green; it was the car at that time that I absolutely loved.
I also remember the first time I had a car accident; it was my father's white Nissan Sunny B11 in 1986; we were going somewhere with our driver and he tried to overtake a truck from left on a turn while the truck hit its right side; all the right side was smashed and I was really sad that day because I really liked that car; later it was repaired however the moldings on right side were missing (it was a time when those parts weren't easily available) & I always felt that missing moldings were a very bad thing and made the car ugly.
I was 8 year old when I was allowed to start the car for the first time & it was my father's offwhite Datsun120Y; I remember my heart skipped a beat; my hands were sweaty and I was very nervous; I put the key in ignition; very lightly kissed the accelerator with my foot and turned the key and the engine came to life. Still one of the best days of my life.
My father let me drive for the first time when I was 10 year old; it was our band new Mehran in Red color and I was visiting Mangla with my father. We left for a short trip in the night and he gave me the keys and asked if I would like to drive; I had already been so much in love with cars by then that I took no time to take control of the car; normal people take a lot of days when starting driving for me it only took me four lessons and I had full control.
My first car accident was in 2003. It was Eid day & I was driving my grey 1994 Mehran; I parked it outside my grand father's house and my father was getting in the car when few kids in Eid spirit came speeding in a E90 Corolla and hit my car from the back. The car lost rear bumper; one tail light and the fender was badly damaged. Money position wasn't good so I had to drive the car without bumper and without paint (denting and light was sorted already) for next few months. I cried a lot that day because my car was damaged; it continued to hurt for a long time.
Time passed & time changed; today if I look back then I don't think there's a car that I haven't driven or kept; be it American Trucks; German Exotics; Japanese Sports Cars or an everyday car; I've experienced them all and I have a few favorites but there's no car that I say I hate because I don't hate any car; I might have preferences based on various factors however I like all the cars. There's no car that I haven't driven already & if offered I would refuse to drive.
I love the way a steering wheel feels when it vibrates and my fingers feel the car; as if its a music playing; I love the way my heart beats when I accelerate a fast car and it roars back; I still love the way an engine comes to life when I turn the key; I feel big for giving life to something dead. When I am on the driving seat; its me & the car; we flirt we make love she gets upset at me (happens at occasions more than I can count); I pamper her... Its pure love.
Just a guy expressing his love.
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