Or maybe it was the story I was told firsthand during dinner tonight by my new Californian acquaintance who rode his BMW motorbike from New York to Washington State, and then up to Alaska to the Arctic Ocean. He grimaced that the stereotypical wildlife scenarios which were appearing road side were becoming mundane and boring. A Bear catching a salmon in a road side stream. An eagle soaring down to catch a prey.
It may have been the renewing experience of restoring an old canoe today, which got me thinking about paddling down still Bowron Lakes, and resting my eyes on the endless uninterrupted horizon, with nothing but the soft wade of the water and a few drips syphoning off the end of my paddle to break the deafening silence of no mans land.
|Rear wheel drive hoonage|
|Taken in Saint Paul de Vence, France|
As a side note: I'm not suggesting that older cars are plainly more fun than any new car. All I'm saying is that if you're willing to make the trade off, something only a true enthusiast can rationalize, that person will be happier in a simple classic than in a new car. For track use however, I'd take an M3 GTS, GT3RS R, or 458 Challenge please.
Just my two cents. It's worked for me, it may just work for you. Happy Driving!