QOTD: Destination Joie De Vivre?

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One night over the Memorial Day weekend, boredom forced me in search of something mindless and light. Netflix beckoned, and there, unfortunately, I came across a foreign tale of two friends rekindling the old days — and a nearly forgotten lust for life — via a road trip in an old French car. It starred Jean Reno of Ronin fame, so, what the hell.

Sadly, anyone’s mechanic’s brother can sell a script to Netflix these days, and the resulting flick was awash in clichés, overused tropes, and painfully obvious sociopolitical commentary. Still, it did prompt a moment’s reflection.

When was the last time you felt truly alive behind the wheel?

Listen, most of us are at least half dead inside. Life takes a toll. Sure, some of us have rich fathers, dizzyingly lucrative careers, exciting gigs, or well-connected friends that keep the supply of unique life experiences pumping like a fire hydrant. If you’ve ever had to race a McLaren across Dubai in a borrowed Murcielago to reach a shadowy Belgian diamond merchant in time to secure a profitable deal and prevent a kidnapping, good for you.

For most others, the thrills are fewer and far between.

Sometimes it’s the car itself that takes you from humdrum existence to changed man in 4 seconds flat. You’ve secured time behind the wheel in a sought-after supercar on a closed course, said a prayer, and opened it up. Maybe the car itself was normal but the situation saw you push it to 10/10ths. Perhaps the simplicity and purity of the driving experience itself — a borrowed Caterham 7 and a day off, for example — re-connected you both to the road and to life itself.

It could be that the vehicle itself played only a minor role in the experience, and that the setting — the location, the landscapes, the remoteness, the newness of it all — factored more heavily into your emotional experience. A passenger could play into this, too. You proposed to your longtime sweetheart while on a road trip to her parent’s cabin, only to be rejected… but her bombshell sister, seated next to her, said “yes”. (Spare no details.)

We’ll leave it to you to comb those memory banks, searching, perhaps in vain, for a moment where you can still remember the way the air smelled and tasted as you gripped the wheel, your senses fully awake. When was it, what were the circumstances, and what vehicle was it in?

[Image: © 2019 Chris Tonn/TTAC]

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  • Subuclayton Subuclayton on May 30, 2020

    1965. Driving west through southern Utah on I 15 towards Vegas in the '59 Vette convertible top down. Temp. 112 and damned if "Hot time, summer in the City" isn't on the radio. Great to be 20. Beautiful drive.

  • -Nate -Nate on May 30, 2020

    Love the stories . I too am a drive slow cars fast kinda guy and I love it because I can always dial it up anytime, any where . Then there's my stupidity of riding a Motocycle anywhere I want, often through the Ghetto or Barrio, my standard riding kit is a police Motocycle jacket and black & white 3/4 helmet . If you don't like what you're driving you should get rid of it pronto because there's an ass for every seat . -Nate

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  • Conundrum All that verbiage for a brake fluid reservoir cap that sorta kinda fails over time? That's all it is, right? The vent hole gets plugged up or something. Quelle horreur, it's the end of civilization as we know it. What happens when Micky D's doesn't put enough extra ketchup in your order at the take-out window? You must have an existential histrionic fit!Cue the cheapskate commenter: "Jeez. I drove my 1987 Corolla 734,562 miles, the last 83K with the emergency spare on the left rear, and it didn't even use up all the tread! Plus, I never had brake failure and it never used a drop of oil even though I used Walmart $1.88 stuff in a plastic gallon jug. I guess Toyota could teach those Ferrari guys sump'n about how to build cars!"
  • Skippity Noticeable as an Paseo. Maybe I'll see it differently live.
  • Tagbert I had this JX, though mine was a 5-speed in dark green. Got it when I lived in the mountains in Colorado. That was a fun little beast. Not super fast, but it could go just about anywhere. Put it into the low speed on the transfer case and that thing would just creep forward. The interior was not fancy but it held up well to lots of outdoor activities. I could hold lots of gear. Later when I moved away, it still proved useful. I was an unofficial “roadie” for my boyfriend and his band. Could get all their gear into it. The in-town gas mileage was around 25 mph which is pretty good. On the downside, the highway mileage was maybe 26 mph 😊.
  • Skippity I had a 308 in the 80's. Said Matchbox on the bottom.