I’ve always felt like my relationship with 86 has been a sort of marriage. I don’t mean to this particular 86, my current panda colored zenkei coupe, but to the 86 in general. I’ve owned 10 of these cars now, they all encompass the same spirit, and I don’t really think of them individually. That said, some off them have been nothing to me, while others have been everything. They have all however, been part of my 86 life, and a marriage that has had many highs and low’s.
My point tonight is this: I’m getting old, and I’m starting to feel even older. I’m to the point now, where I see great value in the past 8 years I’ve shared with 86. Many lessons have been learned that I will try to apply as I move from being a hashirya wannabe to a man. I’ll let you figure out what those might be.
Maybe now things are coming to a close. Maybe this marriage is just changing. Up until now, there have been many things which this relationship has endured: theft, long periods apart, me cheating, countless break downs, getting schooled by turbo cars, a couple wrecks, abandonment… great financial cost.
If my 86 life is a marriage, then right now, my wife is being assaulted and raped. I’m sad to see my 86 inventory being cut in half or worse as I do my best to make room for changes in my life. Some of the many parts, which I hunted so hard for, which I collected over many many years are being sold off to others… some of whom appreciate what these parts mean… others of which don’t, seeing only fame and glory.
Most 86 drivers are righteous dudes, but some are blind to what this car life is about. Selling them my kyuusha style burns me up. It makes me want to start over with something really strange and weird. Or maybe something so run of the mill it doesn’t matter.
Then again… I’m just an initial D wannabe anyways so what does it matter?