To be honest, the sentence that “a man is what he drives” is not really true. As much as I would wish it was – as it would give us cars quite some importance – you humans are so much more than that. But, sadly enough, this phrase is true for us cars – we are who drives us. And even more sadly – you guys don’t realize this fact, or the huge responsibility associated with it. We material things are made by you, we work for you and because of you, and so we are what we are due, for and through you. And this is a damn big responsibility that you have there!
Think about it. We cars, for example, don’t have any facial expressions. Our drivers are our faces. If they are happy, we are happy, if they are sad, we are sad, and if they are angry, we are angry. And the same is true for other things. Think of all those sad drawers standing in sad living rooms, all those stupid TVs flickering in stupid minds, those ugly office desks standing in ugly firms, those lonely beds in lonely bedrooms, those unhealthy T-shirts over unhealthy bellies, those poisonous nail polishes on poisonous nails, those empty wallets in empty pockets.
Do you know that feeling when you just want to run? You want to run as fast as you can and never stop again? When you feel like you have hornets under your bum, like you’re inside a beehive, sitting on needles, with quicksilver in your blood? Those days when you are going through the evening traffic and everything is just so slow around you it almost drives you crazy. At every red light you feel like you want to take a big leap and jump over everyone, to pass them, surpass them, leave everything behind. Or maybe just stand very close to the white stop line, with barely contained energy, letting your engine roar deep and dark, and to then take off at the flash of green, leaving the sport car next to you in your wake, pale and panting.
Navy Pier in Chicago. Somehow, through dense Saturday afternoon traffic, without map & without any clue about the layout of this city, somehow we end up at Navy Pier. In the most expensive car park I have ever been. Navy Pier is full of people. Hundreds of people who go out for some Saturday afternoon entertainment to the Ferris Wheel or to watch the circus performance, to take a boat tour on the lake, and especially, it seems, to eat fast food. Navy Pier is full of overweight people. Seeing all these young boys & girls with big soda cans, fries & burgers in hands makes me sad. I would not want to feed any of the food available here to my child if I was a human.
I have also seen my fellow cars become fatter. Some of the big trucks that are on the streets today can easily be called obese. Obese & addicted to gasoline, needing ever larger amounts of this liquid fuel.
We just drove through the Freeborn County. Why do you free people let the hunger of your bodies & of your cars be dictated by fast food & oil companies? Why do you let yourselves be jerked around by these corporations who only want to create a market for their products? For me real freedom is to be self-determined & as independent as possible. The less you need, the freer you are.
To start off, so that you can get to know me a little better and see whether you want to follow me on my adventures for a while, let me introduce myself. My name is Volker. Typically we do not like to talk about our age but I must say I am pretty proud of mine – I am 22 years old, born in 1992 in the pretty unexciting city of Hannover, Germany. I have covered respectable 297971km since my day of birth. If you want to know some more of my specs (this information is pretty personal but I guess now-a-days these things are supposed to be part of a profile): I have the 2.4l engine with 4 cylinders, 2370 cubic capacity & 78 PS. For those of you who haven’t studied car mechanics & for whom all of this is Chinese, these specs basically mean I am a pretty sturdy but slow guy. I can get you across very long distances reliably but you have to be patient with me when you are trying to race another car at the lights or when you want to get me up a steep hill. And although I might not be able to compete in the light-racing or hill-driving category with any of my close siblings who have the racier Turbo-Diesel engines, I want to see any of them who are my age, have covered as much distance as I have and are still as healthy as me. We slow & sturdy cars are definitely an undervalued species.