CHAPTER IV: A love for motoring inherited from my late Grandfather part I.
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There are many things which interest me, but none quite as much as automobiles (well and watches, whiskey, fine books etc… more on that in the posts to come). Whether it’s the way in which the body silhouettes in a line that only Pininfarina can draw or the mechanics of a high revving 12 cylinder piece of fine Italian mechanical art, there’s always something – a special feature or a detail that catches the eye (or ear).
From as far back as I can remember cars have intrigued me and I've always wondered where this passion came from. My grandfather was mechanic/engineer at a truck plant and he knew a lot (and I mean a lot) about the mechanics of engines, suspension types etc… He made sure I knew how a diesel engine differs from its gasoline counterpart and why the straight sixes from Jaguar or Bmw where one of the best engines ever created. Great power and smooth as silk.
But of course, as with everything, there is a lot more to it than just what the visual and oratory experiences. It’s the feeling you get behind the wheel that makes the heart rate soar while you’re navigating tight corners of an empty mountain road finding the right gear on a gated gearbox. Few things are as thrilling as the feeling of immense torque of a turbocharged machine pushing you into the seat or the whistle of its turbine and the waste gate letting out the extra air to regulate the pressure. It’s always nice to hear the symphony of an Italian v12 or the growl of a German AMG machine.
You know, every car has its distinct characteristics that make it unique and a pleasure to drive. I just realised that I got a little carried away with sports cars. Well, it’s kind of hard to encompass everything in one post, and after all, we have plenty of time. Sometimes a more elegant machine is the way to go… Stick around for part two (and three, four?).