One of my first cars was a Toyota something or other and every time I opened the door, slightly depressed, I thought: this car does not represent who I am. Cars, like clothing, express who you are. And cars, like clothing, can be an expression of both practicality and dreams.
Since then I have owned a BMW 5 series and probably my favorite car, an Audi S6 station wagon - yes, a station wagon. But this Audi station wagon was a Beast! Black on black and with awesome 340 horsepower. 0 to 60 in a few seconds and very satisfying for merging on the LIE. Now, I have a BMW X5 and while I love it because, in world of potholes, it makes driving in Manhattan a little easier and it is a SUV with some attitude.
But I am always looking, always dreaming about my dream car... sometimes it is the Fiat Gucci 500 but then I am not really sure that that kind of flash is really me either and I have two children, two dogs, one bunny and a husband and a whole lot of stuff I am usually dragging from New York to Long Island and back again. Thank goodness our fish, Bubble 07, can stay in New York...
I really kind of love muscle cars and to my son's delight I rented a Challenger when I was in Los Angeles recently - but then my son was super annoyed when he realized I passed on a Camaro. But I loved the Challenger in white and it was really fun driving it around in LA. And the parking valets were always happy to get 'The Stallion' for a girl.
So about Dream Cars. Rita Hayworth. The Bombshell who married the Aga Kahn who bought his wife a white Ghia Cadillac circa 1950s . The Rita Hayworth Cadillac is now a deep candy-apple red and was restored and exhibited at the LaJolla Concours. Vintage car chic... is it me? Is it you? I guess like any horse with some horsepower, maybe we need a stable...
Special thanks to my husband who showed me Rita Hayworth's car and most certainly did not approve this post... : )
love, kisses and what dream cars may come, Juliana