The open road. The growl of an engine. The feel of the steering wheel. The swoosh of the wind, as the window’s down. Driving, can be, such a joy. Once you get out of the city, leave the stop lights behind, get past the highway traffic and find that stretch of road that’s smooth, with subtle curves and a gradual climb, driving becomes enjoyable.
What I’ve always loved about cars, is that there’s a car for every person and personality. Some like a smooth and quiet ride. Some like a loud and stiff ride. And some like something in between. Cars are quite personal.
My first car was a 1987, white, Toyota MR2. It was fun. So much fun. It looked like a dust buster, with angled lines and it was so light that you always wondered at which point you’d float off the ground, fly through the air and end up in the atmosphere. I drove that car hard, fast and often. Despite the limited amount of metal around me, I always felt invincible driving it. I sought opportunities to drive. You can bet, I was the first one to raise their hand to pick up milk, Chinese food takeout or to drop someone off. Driving was fun. It was a joy.
Following that first car, I’ve owned American Cars (Chevy), Japanese (Infiniti, Toyota, Suzuki), British (Jaguar) and German (BMW, Audi). They all drive differently. From their acceleration to the sound they make, a cars “birth place” instills inherent characteristics.
Despite owning some fun cars (the BMW 328i comes to mind) I never felt that sense of joy. That is until a few weeks ago. I had my 2013 Audi A4 in for service. While in service, I received an email from the dealership that inquired about my interest in trading in my car. I hadn’t really thought about it. The car was only 3 years old. It was in perfect condition (if you know me, you know how meticulous and OCD I am about cleanliness). And it was paid off.
After making the wise switch from BMW to Audi, I’ve lusted for an Audi R8, but at $120K+, it’s not in my reality. The Audi TT, though, was in the price range, but I’ve never been able to convince Nichole that it was a smart purchase (apparently 2 seats doesn’t make sense when you have 2 kids). But, the Audi A3 sedan recently came over from across the pond. It’s only been stateside for 2 model years. The A3 is a tad smaller than the A4 I had, but with a beefier engine and better weight balance. In other words, it was going to be a fun ride.
So, on my birthday, though I hadn’t thought about the idea of a new car, I traded in the A4 for a 2016 A3. Gray, obviously. Monsoon Gray Metallic, to be specific. The first drive was from Chicago to Deerfield. It was awkward. Getting accustomed to a new car always takes some time. Later that week, Nichole and I drove from Chicago to Minneapolis. While you don’t get the subtle curves and gradual climbs, you do get an open smooth road. What a drive. Every time, I drive the car, I enjoy the ride, more and more. There’s something about the way the A3 handles turns, accelerates and darts in and out of lanes that make it fun. No, it brings joy.
Joy. Joy in driving, means you look for opportunities to drive. You look past the potential for traffic. You seek reasons to drive places. I had forgotten how much I missed that joy. Gosh, I feel like I’m 17 again. It’s a great feeling. When you consider that the average US driver, spends nearly 40 hours a year, in traffic, shouldn’t you at least enjoy the ride?
I can’t tell you if an A3 is right for you. But, I would be remiss if I didn’t encourage you to at least test drive it. Perhaps you’ll then find the joy, I’ve regained.