Greyed Matter

Driving a car may be a dream in many people’s dreams especially male. I feel its there in the psyche of we guys. Before the motorized vehicles became the macho factor, the horses served that role, I guess. Some days, when the rain hits on the windshield and you can feel the smell of soil and the green leaves swaying, the inspiration to floor the pedal is irresistible. Sometimes, I love feeling that snug of the steering wheel in my hands. The secret confidence in you that re-enforces your machismo that the vehicle is at your command – we guys never tell anyone … some little pleasures in a guy’s world may be! Why then do you feel, the motoring magazines and dedicated online communities sprang up, other than to satiate these males? I have always felt a sexy feeling holding ‘Honda’ steering. The lean feel the Japanese gives to their Honda vehicles is lovely. May be centuries back, the horse man on the back of the thorough bred stallion may have the same sexy feeling! Am I the only hopeless fan of this so called ‘game-changing’ invention of the 20^th century? Man’s haunt for speed, ever increasing speed to pull away from his status quo may have been the drive. But, sometimes I feel they should not have brought in the class system into the automobiles. Just like the obscenely rich drive the Bugatti Veron and we the lower creed stand and salivate when they wroom past. May be centuries back, there were nomads on donkeys too, smiling and dreaming about owning a black stallion in the future