Cars, Cars, Cars!!

The undeniable vibration from the floor shook the core of everyone in the room, as the roar of the engine penetrated the ears of bystanders near and far. Looking around, eyes searched for the monster of a car purring under its painted hood. Without a doubt, every man in the room immediately became giddy as the crew slowly moved the car from the showroom. Was it a 454 super sport, a 302 boss or was it a Dodge Hemi? Smiles filled the faces of onlookers, as laughter and slaps on the back made a wave throughout the crowd as the car passed by man after man, transforming them into little boys everyone, taking them back to days of playing with cars and dreaming of one day owning the fastest, hottest, most expensive car on the planet. The proud driver was the envy of everyone in the room.

I stood, too, feet planted firmly to the ground as the rumble shook my every being from my bones. I cocked my head and looked at the man beside me as he grinned from ear to ear. He turned suddenly and shouted, “Isn’t this AWESOME?”

I’m not sure what my face reflected at that very moment, but I knew that I HAD to appear excited for him. This was, after all, his Bucket List, to attend the Barrett Jackson Auction in Scottsdale, AZ. I smiled brightly, and gave an impromptu clap of my hands, knowing full well I could not compete vocally with the roar of the engine.

Looking around I was totally out of my league. I mean, I grew up with four brothers, and of course, my husband and son who love cars… but to be engulfed in a world of car aficionados (experts) was like my husband  being thrown in with Miss America contestants! To be upfront and honest here, I wouldn’t know the difference between a Camaro, Chevelle, GTO or Nova. But I’m standing next to my husband pretending to be as excited as all the car lovers next to me. If nothing else, it was indeed, entertaining.

   

If you were to ask my son, he would tell you that I am the worst person to ask anything about cars BECAUSE unless it’s a Corvette or Maserati sports car, all cars look the same. Every sedan looks the same, every SUV…oh, I know that there are a few that look a little different, but even the Jaguars now look like every other car on the road. . . OR so I thought. After 19,000 cars and 12, 000 steps, I came to appreciate the differences. I could tell the difference between that Camaro, Chevelle and Nova. I knew a remade corvette from a classic… and I found that there were women just as enamored with cars as all the little grown up boys walking the tents full of cars. I actually was having fun looking at all those cars. They all seemed to have their own stories, their own lives. And looking through the eyes of my husband, I finally could appreciate what he found to be so cool.

There’s a whole world out there to discover. Take time to look around you, listen more closely. Open yourself up to sharing the dreams of others. For the world will open up in ways you never imagined!