you own exactly the same car as your mate, same colour, same spec, everything. you do exactly the same miles as he does, servicing is carried out on the dot on both your cars. after, oh, 2 years say, your cars are taken away, professionally valeted...(both are imaculate and unmarked)...and returned to as new cosmetic condition.....
can you tell what car was yours by driving it....
straight yes or no, reasons will be revealed shortly....
i reckon your always gonna know your own car....and i reckon most, if not all of you will say yes to the question...
which raises another question...this inaniamte object, this conglomeration of nuts n bolts....does it take on its own 'personality' over the years..does some of our personality rub off on our cars....??..so can we say that cars, as a by product of our own character and ownership, aquire 'soul'......?
_________________________ "Forward", he cried, from the rear, and the front rank died. And the General sat, and the lines on the map moved from side to side.
Originally posted by XNtrikalfaman: you own exactly the same car as your mate, same colour, same spec, everything. you do exactly the same miles as he does, servicing is carried out on the dot on both your cars. after, oh, 2 years say, your cars are taken away, professionally valeted...(both are imaculate and unmarked)...and returned to as new cosmetic condition.....
can you tell what car was yours by driving it....
straight yes or no, reasons will be revealed shortly....
Easy, I'd just have to hit the brakes ..... and a toy car will appear in one of the front footwells. Valet one of our cars as much as you like, but you will ALWAYS miss at least one toy car.
_________________________ "Forward", he cried, from the rear, and the front rank died. And the General sat, and the lines on the map moved from side to side.
not necceassarilly your wn car, even someone elses..when you buy a car, its not 'the same' as others...iv owned numerous c900 saabs, mk2 golf gti, a brace of cinq sportings...and they have all been significantly different.
..and in answer to your question re:the seat ad..no...im reading zen and the art of motocycle maintenance at the minute, a very good, very thought provoking look at philosophy, and the author uses the same analogy with regards to his and his friends motorbikes...
as bamford rightly points out re his own cars..they will have been driven in a certain way...presumably quickly....'his' carwould be much more responsive to the throttle than an identical car that had covered identical miles around town say, or sitting at 55 mind numbing miles and hour everywhere.....
can this be considered that the car has taken on, god forbid, a bit of bamfords persona.....??..
Don't a lot of cars do this anyway? I'm thinking of the auto boxes that "learn" your driving style.
_________________________ "Forward", he cried, from the rear, and the front rank died. And the General sat, and the lines on the map moved from side to side.
Originally posted by XNtrikalfaman: mitsubishi had a wonderful term for their first range of 'intelligent' autoboxes....'fuzzy logic'.....i think i know the feeling...
I once had a camera that had "fuzzy logic" ... took fuzzy pictures.
_________________________ "Forward", he cried, from the rear, and the front rank died. And the General sat, and the lines on the map moved from side to side.
Originally posted by XNtrikalfaman: mitsubishi had a wonderful term for their first range of 'intelligent' autoboxes....'fuzzy logic'.....i think i know the feeling...
My old hi-tech samsung washing machine had that fuzzy logic as well. Meaning it decided to wash the clothes when it felt like .
Even with automated manufacture and all the quality checking that goes on each car does have its own ways and feel despite being made on the same production line, little variances add up to a different feel, so yeah, I think I would become so in-tune with a car that I owned for a while I could recognise its characteristics - that and the radio would be tuned to my stations and my lucky driving gloves would be stashed in the glovebox.
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