Why we love cars
Valentine’s Day, also called Valentine’s Day, is the day when everyone expresses their affection to their loved ones. For us Autophiles, some of our loved ones are not flesh and blood but constructed of metal and other exotic materials. But why do we love them so much?
We asked Team Wheels the exact same question, and here are their answers.
Ehsanur Raza Ronny, Head of Content Strategy and Product Development
Dream car: Toyota Hilux double cabin from the 90s
If Schrödinger had a car, this would be it. It’s epically useful and useless at all times. It’s uncomfortable, and yet every time I rode one it was surprisingly comforting. Handling is poor and yet, for commuting on my usual bad roads and worst drivers, it would be an excellent handler. A childhood fascination with “The Fall Guy” and “Back To The Future” is to blame. The car is also a unicorn. As I couldn’t find an example clear enough to actually buy.
Rahbar Al Haq, feature film editor
Dream car: 1966 Ford Mustang Coupe
My love for cars, classic cars to be precise, comes from my childhood. Being a clumsy kid, I had trouble finding friends and generally spending time. One of my owners happened to be the late EM Faruk, a prolific member of Bangladesh’s vintage car collecting community.
I spent hours with his team of artisans and watched them slowly transform rusty seashells into running works of art. Another trait I acquired from my “Uncle Faruk” is his passion for classic American muscle, as evidenced by my dream car, a 1966 Ford Mustang Coupe with a 289 V8.
Haseeb Chowdhury, Contributor
Dream car: BMW E46 M3
Objects, if held in high esteem, can have similar effects on a Valentine’s mood, behavior, and general state of mind. Since we are car guys after all, these objects for us are cars. I could go on and on about the driving experience, quoting Ford vs Ferrari’s “7000rpm” line, but truth be told, I don’t know. Why do I like cars? I don’t know where it started or why. But it just did, and it never stopped. It’s a complete package, sound, looks and everything else, but nothing noticeable at all.
Ahbaar Mohammad, photographer
Dream car: Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution IX
Cars are like loyal golden retrievers and I have an inexplicable obsession with them. I also can’t, for the life of me, say what ingrained my habit of smelling (without blowing, they’re two different things) gasoline even with a gun pointed at my head, but I think I owe it to the Lancer Evolution IX in no small part.
I hereby profess my love for the Japanese turbocharged all-wheel-drive sedan (designed by someone who apparently blew gas) that might have sparked my love affair with cars, and thanks to the current market and the new world order JDM, is becoming increasingly unaffordable to own. I’ll resort to driving (and crashing) in Assetto Corsa for now.
Akif Hamid, photographer
Dream car: 1960 Volkswagen Beetle
A download from the most sketchy torrent site I could find in the early 10’s was the spark that ignited the flame of automobiles in my heart. The game in question was 2005’s NFS Most Wanted. With each subsequent wanted list level, my love for cars deepened, at least on the surface level. With time and a better understanding, my heart fell on a 1960s VW Beetle restoration project.
Ayan Rahman Khan, photographer
Dream car: Toyota GR Yaris
It’s a known fact that hot hatches are some of the coolest machines to ever grace this planet, and what makes this GR Yaris even cooler, aside from its carbon roof, is its WRC heritage (mention special to ridiculously cool factory rims too).
It’s light; it’s punchy, it’s a Yaris that can put a smile on your face better than any Valentine’s. Valentine’s Day, a pocket rocket you can tell people you own, without them wondering what kind or how many vibration settings it has, the GR Yaris is what dreams are made of facts.
Saikat Roy, photographer
Dream car: Subaru Impreza STI 22B
For me, my love for cars started with vinyl-wrapped Civics crashing at 300 km/h on Need For Speed. Or maybe when I first learned that Nissan made a much cooler and faster car than the Sunny called “GT-R”. It was my very first dream car, like all the other young tankers who were just sucked into a whole new world of cars at the age of 12.
However, looking at the eye-popping six-figure price of these R34s, the more mature version of me rather vouchs for a limited-edition 1998 Subaru Impreza STI 22B as the perfect car to be my Valentine.