|
Vote for us:
|
|
| December 12, 2011 - |
| -- To read more from Kelly, click here |
I like heavy metal. My I-pod gets plenty of use, but I’ll take live music, even if it isn’t quite as high performance,
over songs that have been massively overproduced and fed to me through my Skull Candies. I go to a lot of concerts because
listening to the overproduced versions of my favorite songs is nice, but you can’t feel it. To really feel it, it has to course
through your body. Coming through a stack of Marshalls it shakes you alive.
Cars are heavy metal. You have the over produced versions that get you there and that’s great. But to have one shake you alive,
that’s a thing a beauty. When there is a high torque beast clawing its way out of the hood that can not contain it’s ferocity,
you know you are preparing to live, not drive.
There’s always going to be debate over new school vs old school muscle cars. Old school comes with exclusivity instead of the new
car smell. There are no airbags, no EPA limitations, no warranties. I won’t lie. I have test driven my fair share of Challengers and
Vipers. I may or may not have almost bought a Shelby Cobra convertible… before I realized that I have to live in to afford it.
Ah the choices life gives us. The best thing about these through back style vehicles for me is the complete lack of mechanical know
how required. I am no gearhead. An old school muscle car may be what stops my heart, but hiring out an overhaul is about the only way
I would have one that runs. I suppose it is unfortunate that the titles for most of the cars I covet were handed over to a different
generation. Their histories belong to my Father and his friends… to the guy down the street who just turned seventy. They weren’t sold to me.
The original owners have lived a lifetime knowing how those cars make you feel. I can’t imagine one of these people riding in Fiat without
disappointment, or a 2012 Camaro without thinking, “This is good, but mine was GREAT”.
The thing about going to a concert is the unpredictability. Are they going to play all my favorites? Is the new guy who replaced that
guy who o.d.ed going to rape the classics? With the I-pod, you know they’re going to nail it every time, just like you know that new
Shelby is going to turn over every time you turn that key. Maybe that 1969 Boss doesn’t catch the first go round. Maybe that makes it
all the better when it does. I don’t know the answer to the debate over old vs new school; but, when my golden payday comes and I get
my dream car, it will be a 1970 Barracuda. I’m no purest. It will have a kickin system where my car and my music can move me together.
As God surely intended it.
|
|