Recently I spoke to someone you know. In her late forties. The conversation was good for a deja vu. I had already fed it once before. That was about five years ago. Once, years ago, he drove an Alfa Romeo 33 1.7. A Quadrifoglio Verde. He still has the key ring.
He often raved about his car. Said how he enjoyed when the boxer cuts entered the interior. To be interior. He praised the handling. The fiery one point seven, a phenomenal block indeed. A bike that I always thought would run with you. Instead of the other way around. No, it wasn't. To deny is to confirm. The conversation continued. He talked about character. Unforeseen expenses lost to youthful vice. Which we used to pledge ourselves would never go away. So that conversation. Five years ago. It was back.
The conversation continued, but in a different way than at the time. We discussed the emergence of SUVs and crossovers, yet increasingly the norm today. And about quality. My conversation partner replied: Cars are only getting better. Isn't that how a car should be made? The equipment counts, the safety, the usability. And if the car has many options inside and out, then you are there. A car doesn't have to be less. ” Au.
The best man, crook of yesteryear. He is now well into his forties and will soon condemn himself to the next land of fables. I know a lot what he means. Many manufacturers have lost quality, some have recovered, but across the board it is less. I know that. But he is satisfied. Because he can order his new car with a bumper package, multimedia and convenient seats. And AWD with rims. He wants that too. I still tried: just grab a Civic man, previous generation, top technology, quality, nice car, dynamic and also handy. Ten grand and you drive for ten years without any problems. With a grin on the face. The recommendation was hopeless. Because sir had nothing to do with Honda. When I asked if he had ever driven it, a resolute response came No. Just sayin.
Practical and tough looks have become commonplace in the automotive world, and shapes are already on the decline. The MPV, for example, makes a retreating movement. And in certain cases (so not the Zafira and the Touran) I always found that a pleasant exception to the great common denominator of modern (er) body styles. Then you don't follow a trend, but your own way. Nice MPVs have been built. And the best driving one, I drove recently. That was a Ford Galaxy 2.3 Automatic. I picked up an Audi 200 Turbo from Klazienaveen with comrade Christiaan. The Audi was an icon of its youth. I drove back from Drenthe with his Ford. Extremely fine, well equipped, a top automatic, a wonderfully meaty steering and a sublime chassis. Put it down. I enjoy myself very much. Good God, what a nice car. An MPV can also be very attractive, especially if it bears the Ford logo.
I told the man the story about the big Ford. That the Galaxy still lingered for a while. Reminisce. A light was on with the acquaintance. Hope sparkled. A twinkle in the eye. "Like with the Alfa, which I used to have, man I can still evoke that feeling." Followed again by the statement that he is no longer twenty. "Times change, preferences too." I forgave him that statement five years ago. Then a nod to his Alfa Romeo key ring was enough to evoke childhood memories. And to exchange genuine car stories. "Because I was a fan after all."
Used to be. Fortunately, he kept the key ring, a silent witness to his historic life as a petrolhead. Today without fuel but with a vapor lock in the veins. One look, one nod. However, to the relic is enough. Enough to return to the era of pure car happiness. An era that is long gone for him. Because he finds following cold marketing trends more important than following his car heart.