snubnose
04-06-2003, 11:23 AM
This Sunday at about 1:00 pm I decided to go for a ride in my black '02 Si, although I had nowhere to go. The temp is a sunny 55 degrees and perfect, although tomorrow it's going to be cold and rainy.
I start the car and immediately feel at home. I tilt the moonroof open and put the fan on the third blowing notch at the coolest setting. There is plenty of air and light in my cabin.
I marvel again at the simplicity and quality of the interior.
I take the Si south on Route I where there is plenty of open country and quaint scenery- antique stores and old, vintage motorcycle shops. Today, I decide to keep the revs conservative and simply cruise in a higher gear. Nevertheless, I am amazed at the zip and smoothness even at a mere 3,000 rpm.
The Si patiently blends in with the rest of traffic because that is what I ask of it, although it wants to break free and run like a gazelle through an open field.
The other drivers are clearly involved in the drudgery of driving; I am having the time of my life. Every switch and control in my car has a quality feel, very similar to the controls on any well-made machine.
When I finally arrive home after a flawless ride, there is an unspoken understanding between me and my car; we understand each other and respond to each other. There is a close relationship between a car and its owner.
I start the car and immediately feel at home. I tilt the moonroof open and put the fan on the third blowing notch at the coolest setting. There is plenty of air and light in my cabin.
I marvel again at the simplicity and quality of the interior.
I take the Si south on Route I where there is plenty of open country and quaint scenery- antique stores and old, vintage motorcycle shops. Today, I decide to keep the revs conservative and simply cruise in a higher gear. Nevertheless, I am amazed at the zip and smoothness even at a mere 3,000 rpm.
The Si patiently blends in with the rest of traffic because that is what I ask of it, although it wants to break free and run like a gazelle through an open field.
The other drivers are clearly involved in the drudgery of driving; I am having the time of my life. Every switch and control in my car has a quality feel, very similar to the controls on any well-made machine.
When I finally arrive home after a flawless ride, there is an unspoken understanding between me and my car; we understand each other and respond to each other. There is a close relationship between a car and its owner.