I think the answer is yes, you can love a car.  The car I love is not new and exotic, and I didn’t really know I loved the car until last week.  I drove it to a car dealer with every intention of trading it in on a newer, much more exotic and truly iconic sports car.  One of the true super cars.  When it came right down to it, I couldn’t go through with it.  I couldn’t part with this little sports car that I have owned for over 10 years.  I don’t know if it is our history together, or just that it is such a cute and fun car.  I didn’t get the super car and will no doubt own this little BMW for another 10 years.

 I come from a car family.  We did not have boats and didn’t go boating, but we did love cars and attend swap meets, car shows, and car auctions.  I inherited my love of cars from my dad.  I couldn’t say how many cars he has owned in the past 70 years, but he could.  He could tell you the year, make, and model of each car, and a story about each one too.  Like almost every family, we have some inside family jokes.  One of these jokes is “the pose.”  It started with my dad, years ago, when he was still in Norway.  Over the years we have photographic evidence of “the pose”, and it passed down to us kids from him.