Today it is difficult to think of the future of the car without looking back, and remember that any time past was better. Nostalgia often causes us to idealize the most positive aspects, and forget about those negative points, as if it was a platonic love they were. It is normal for us to remember the durability and the resistance of the cars of yesteryear, even that we remember with a smile stories less pleasant, such as resolving faults with few resources. But probably we do not agree on the severity of the accidents that occur at the end of the eighties, or even the passing people by to be relatively common to stay without brakes down a mountain pass. Today anyone who avows passion, love and devotion for her car is a little less than a weirdo. And in that aspect, yes we have to say that any time past was better.
The title of this entry is nothing more than a license from a server to express a feeling about the perception that ever more drivers have of your car, something that transcends the gender of the driver, or conductor, and without wanting to go into the historical reasons and socio-cultural that made the phenomenon petrolhead in Spain was so connected to the man, and away from the females.
Until my generation, the mid-eighties, pass the driving test and have a car on property, normally of family inheritance, was one of the major milestones that marked the passage to adulthood. The car was everything, the symbol and instrument of personal freedom. Today more and more young people aspire to much more to have the latest model of mobile phone of the manzanita that to learn to drive and have own car. In the era of BlaBlaCar, and Car2go, each time less young people feel the need to have a car. Which absolutely has to be a negative development, but rather the opposite.
But beyond the fact that the next generation very probably does not feel that need of having a car that still conservábamos my generation, it amazes me how our cars have ended up being a little less than a household appliance. Probably by the development of a park car that no longer is one of the years of vacation in Benidorm with all the family and your luggage on a 600, or a SEAT 127. Because is not so common to see the neighbor’s proud that he speaks of how hard it is that second-hand car, and more than ten years, they just buy, giving a kick to a tire. And if it is common that this same neighbor was complaining about how expensive is the fuel, the invoice of your last visit to the workshop, or if you will have to visit him again, or not, to solve a problem with the emissions.
Once the age of a car, and that would work perfectly as the first day, was a virtue. Nowadays we covet the latest model of SUV, screens on the dashboard, and a lot of technology that we often find it hard to understand.
Know what was the appearance of a SEAT 131, a Marbella, or a Renault 21, fifteen years after leaving the dealership. But honestly I wonder with what eyes shall we see a modern car, a dashboard with touch screens that today seems to us the latest technology, within ten years, or even in less time.
perhaps it is a mere question of progress, economic prosperity, and the development of middle classes, as promulgated by the American Way of Life in times of the Cold War, we have taken it to a level of life in which it is relatively common for a household to have two or three cars in the garage. perhaps this is why we have ceased to love, as before we loved, to our cars. And perhaps this is why we are surprised therefore today stories like that taxi driver, a moroccan who has driven a Mercedes-Benz manufactured four decades ago during the past 25 years, and still cringe every time a client hits you with force a door, and don’t treat your car with the respect it deserves.
Or maybe you happen that those who see a car with the eyes of others, of a vehicle, as a minimum, we would like to accompany her the entire life, we have remained anchored to a time that never will return. A time that will perhaps recall with nostalgia, watching series such as Cuéntame, knowing stories like those of the taxis of Morocco, or by observing with fascination the cars of Havana, and again omitting the negative reasons that have made them to be truly men who loved their cars, and not us.