Aspirations
Back in high school my friends and I would go to car shows to see rides we drool and dream about. I used to tell myself “someday, I’ll be the one standing there beside that evo6 and kids will drool. Someday…”
So club420 joined a little car show that was held in the Ateneo HS fair. We went there with our cars and just chilled and enjoyed the cheap food. Things were uneventful until we popped our cars bonnets and then people just started inspecting what we were packing. It was nice that they appreciated the engine setups even if our engine bays were dirty (thank god for people with sense). Soon after, one of the members started revving his STI. Then everyone joined the bandwagon, including me. A high octane pitch spiced up the adolescent atmosphere and more people came to check what was up. Young, old, male or female, all seemed amused by the sights and sounds.
When it was time for us to leave. we had to pass by a path spontaneously created by by-standers and other cars. It felt like a red carpet for cars. All the young boys and girls just looking and marveling at the cars. Some, lip-readable, saying “wow, shit. ang ganda.”
Hidden in the crowd are young boys who are really passionate about cars. In the future, they will be the ones with the nicer newer rides and my friends and I will be found satisfied and a bit senile on the classic car section of future shows.
Times change but aspirations stay the same. Its a culture only boys like me appreciate. Preservation and restoration is for the past, application for the present and sweet uninhibited imagination for the future.
Comeback Kid
