Re: How did your dad's car choices impact your enthusiasm for cars as a whole? I have to be honest and swim a bit against the tide here.
I think within each young boy lies the seed of rebellion. I watered that seed religiously, and have over the years watched it take full bloom.
My dad was never into cars. Don't get me wrong, he took pretty good care of our cars from what I remember (except one, which I shall get into shortly). But he always saw it as a means to safely shuttle us from point A to point B. No more, no less.
In a span of some 10 or so years, we worked our way through 2-3 cars in the family. But the problem was that it was always a FIAT (a Premier Padmini), and it was always white. Perhaps that is was inspired me to experiment wildly with colours on my own cars, and buy anything, except white. I now identify it with unending dourness, and a play-safe mentality I never want to take.
My most memorable moment in one of those white not-a-FIAT's was when we clambered in for our weekly ritual of heading to the same damn restaurant we did every week, to order the same few items we ordered every time (at least I experimented a little, dad always ordered his thali and relished it, to his credit).
Having settled in for the ride, we set off for Destination Same-Old-Same-Old, only to be greeted by a huge CLANG and scraping sound just as we were halfway down the compound's driveway. Of course, all of us and a slightly curious crowd of onlookers gathered to see what had happened.
The damned clamps holding the exhaust had rusted and given up the fight, and the bloody thing was half on the floor, and half linked to the car. It was the only instance of any kind of neglect reflecting on my dad's part with the car, and I'm not sure it was even on him. It was just reflective of the car's build quality and the area we lived in, where some sea salt hang heavy in the air. But it just reinforced in my young mind that playing safe had no upside, and to just do what you want, because sh*t will go sideways real quick anyways, no matter how safe you play it.
One of my happier car moments with my dad was when we were shopping for a new car in about 2000-01, and we passed up on the FIAT Uno. I was thrilled, until we then zeroed in on a FIAT Palio in (you guessed it) white, despite my protestations to go for a GTX in that lovely lime green.
That Palio was a lovely car, if slightly niggly. But long story short, my dad showed me the template of how not to be when it comes to all things automotive, and while I happily walk his path in all ways of life, it will not be so when it comes to motoring. My inner rebel will not stand for it.
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