What is happening to me as an automotive enthusiast? I've done a long run of little sports cars: Porsches, ///Ms, other Euros and American sports cars. Right now I'm still in love with my '05 GTO. My favorite of all of my Porsches was my 5 speed 928S4. I preferred the E46 M3 to the E30 M3.
Now I have an Alfa Romeo GTV6 that I will be trading for a turbo Volvo 745 with a manual trans in a couple weeks, and I'm happy about it! The other project/toy cars I have are an '01 P71 and a '93 Roadmaster Estate Wagon with faux wood trim. Aside from the Alfa that is leaving the fleet soon, I really don't have any "sports" cars. The Miatas, X1/9s, MR2s, Porsches, they're all gone. And I really don't miss most of them (well, again, I really miss that 928) at all.
Today, I saw an '85-ish Cadillac Seville with the slanted short trunk in that very 80s GM slightly metallic gray, and I thought it was awesome! There's a house on my way home that has a '93-ish Roadmaster sedan in a beautiful shade of I Can't Believe It's Not Butter yellow and I slow down to look at it every day! A few houses before that is a metallic avocado Dodge Aspen woodie wagon and I think that is wicked, too.
What has happened to me?
Clarkson is widely quoted as saying that you can't be a true gearhead until you've owned an Alfa, but I am swapping my Alfa for a Volvo! A boring turbo brick! And I like driving my big ol' wagon more than my little Italian GT car.
None of my friends really know what to make of my cars anymore. I think when it was little sports cars, at least they understood what I was doing. Bring home a turbo 300ZX in need of some love and bodywork and nobody really questions you, but bring home an ex-cop car with crappy paint and people start whispering, "White trash!" amongst each other when I don't come to their barbecues.
I've even been thinking about instead of camming, wheeling, and manual-transmissioning my P71, maybe I should pick up a 2001-ish Town Car and doing the stuff to that instead because really, nobody will see that coming. I keep searching for one of those turbo Fifth Avenues or New Yorkers or whichever one they had. I contemplate and scheme when I see a rwd Fleetwood for sale.
But when I see cheap Miatas, more cheap Alfas, and other little sporty cars, I skip them. Now that GM Employee pricing includes the C6, I went and drove one and I prefer my GTO to the Corvette!
Seriously, is something wrong with me? Am I maturing down a dark path in cardom that dare not speak its name? Maybe I am, but at least now I can travel there comfortably with a few friends.