Driving Force

Despite our five year gap, my big brother and I share very similar tastes.

I bought my first Linx Java when I was ten after I discovered his can of Java. I watched the shows he loved, and hated the shows he hated. I even stole his dinner recipes to impress girls. So when I became old enough to form opinions of my own, I started to listen to what my heart really longed for.

And from that came two major differences between us: He likes films; I like cars. He likes mint chocolate; and I don’t so much.

My brother likes movies probably about as much as I like driving. I love the cinema too, but I just like driving that little bit more. In the same way that you like both movies and driving, but you just prefer bourbon and porn.

You see, in a cinema you can sit back and for 80 minutes you forget about your bills, forget your chores, and give yourself to the director. You allow yourself to be taken from your world. And if the director is any good they will capture your attention and play with your emotions. They will stimulate your senses. Even touch, depending on how good the subwoofer is.

It’s not a big jump to find parallels between a cinema experience and driving. And I’m not talking about popping down the shops in your mum’s Festiva. I mean real driving. The type of driving that most people haven’t genuinely experienced, and therefore assume people who are ‘into’ driving need a testicle removed.

Real driving. Just like in a cinema, you sit in a big hugging seat with surround sound and a big screen in front of you. But there is something more, I think. In the right car, on the right road, every sense is electrified. Being able to feel, through every part of your body, that you’re pushing the limits of what is physically possible.

In the right car, on the right road, at the right time, you can experience the same sort of escapism that films, bourbon, and illicit drugs provide.

Imagine a winding piece of blacktop, with a fatal drop to your left and a wall of rock to your right. Your windows are down, so you can better hear the howl from the exhaust as you accelerate out of the corner. Hitting four and a half grand in third, you push hard into the brake, blipping the accelerator with your heel as you punch the clutch and grab second, holding the wheel with your right hand as it fights against you. Off the brakes, the car dives into the corner, your right foot applying pressure to the throttle as you touch your first apex; second apex; the front tyres scrambling to maintain grip. You see your exit line and open the throttle, getting ready to set the car up for the next series of corners.

It’s like a movie, but instead, you’re the star. You’re not watching someone else experience the adventure. It’s you that is in control.

There’s also an argument that you’re far less likely to die in a cinema than you are pushing a car to its limits on a winding road. Which is fair enough. Some nights I just want to lie on the couch and watch someone else play with danger as I eat the cold popcorn that slid down the side of the couch.

But there is a certain something about spirited driving that I don’t experience anywhere else. A roller coaster gives a similar rush, but not in the same way. You know what to expect as you’ve watched it go around two dozen times as you waited in the line, and you’re not responsible for the consequences should something go wrong. Unless you’ve decided to eat a dodgy hot dog from that Bedford van around the corner before you lined up.

I think it’s unfortunate that the line has blurred between people who love cars, and those who love driving. Granted, most people who love driving also love cars, but it’s not always the other way around. Cars with four-pots mated to autos and wearing 21” chromies is a testament to that. Which is partially why I’ve created Track Shun.

The majority of editorials and car blogs focus on the current state of the automotive industry and on new car releases, and very few talk about the love of that driving experience. Of course, I’ll be talking about the industry and new cars, too, but it’ll be smarter and funnier.

Probably the biggest similarity between my brother and myself is that we are both very passionate about the things we love. And seeing as Top Gear Australia decided not to hire me, this blog will have to do.