Most people don't love cars, most people think of cars as an appliance, a tool that's used for going to the store or taking the kids to soccer practice, I'm not one of these people, I'm different... Cars excite me in a way that's hard to explain to someone who drives a mini-van or a 2002 sedan, usually in beige, there are lots of reasons to love the Ferrari 458 for instance.
Driving a Ferrari is an experience, from the way it sounds and looks, to the exclusivity and the way it must feel to explore what a true sports car is actually like at illegal speeds, or just cruising around town and watching peoples mouths fall open. You can experience almost any emotion when it comes to cars. The excitement of a Porsche Boxter in the middle of a high speed corner...
The comfort and opulence of a Rolls Royce...
The pure speed of a McLaren P1
Or pure beauty...
I like cars because I like mechanical things, and loud noises, and shiny things, and things that go fast, and things that look cool, and things that make me look cool around girls, and things that make other people jealous. Sometimes though the best cars don't go 200 miles per hour or cost a million dollars, sometimes its about the memories and the moments.
No one cares about a silver 1995 Subaru wagon... right? I do, I learned to drive in it, I almost wrecked it and lived to tell the tale, that car represented freedom at age 16, the joys of pre adulthood. To me it was a member of the family and it made me sad when it left for a newer model even though the new one was technically a better car. The new car didn't matter though, it didn't matter because it didn't make me feel as good. I didn't love it, and it's really hard to explain why...