It's funny how no matter how much you like a particular thing, after continual exposure and time, it just sort of loses its appeal. Sounds like a thesis for a research paper on the effects of becoming jaded, but it's true. When I was a kid, nothing got me more excited than McDonald's. The mere site of the golden arches would send my hypothalamus into overdrive and I'd be begging my mom for a cheeseburger Happy Meal stuffed with a cheap trinket. Now, by my rough calculations, after 243 of them, I can't stand the stuff; like everything else in life, I got sick of it.
And of all the things I loved in life there was one thing I thought I would never get tired of: cars. But after living, breathing, and occasionally eating cars for the past two and a half years, the excitement of driving new makes has sloughed off. Back to the McDonald's analogy, after the 46th Beanie Baby, no matter how cute, it starts to lose its craptacular luster. Recently though, there was a car that got me more giddy than a schoolgirl rocking out to a Miley Cyrus album.
When rumors started circulating that the new GT-R was going to make its way to the U.S., I was doubtful. After hearing the same lies for years, I was cynical at best. But, when I saw the R35 for the first time at the LA Auto Show back in November of 2007, in full left-hand-drive regalia, I was excited. Chills went up and down my spine. As pathetic as it may sound, I got a little chub. I mean, it's the GT-R, the epitome of Japanese sports cars, renown globally for its abilities, and it was finally here. Not in Gran Turismo, or through some sketchy grey market operation, but from the manufacturer itself.
So, when Nissan gave me the R35 for a week-foolishly I might add-word spread quicker than the legs of a drunk, panty-less Hollywood starlet surrounded by popping flashes. What was supposed to be a week of testing the car for journalistic purpose (read: flossing) turned into a weeklong dog and pony show. Even two weeks after I returned it, I was still getting calls requesting my, rather the R35's presence.
What did make up for all the driving, hood popping, interior tours, and imparting what R35 GT-R facts I could regurgitate to the small mass was the expression on their faces. Every time I showed up it was like Christmas morning. Eyes wide open, a look of awe, and a shit-eating grin that a plasma cutter couldn't hack off for the duration of the visit. Even Sasha Singleton had an expression of pure glee. And that's what reminded me of the joys of driving a new car. That feeling of excitement and elation that comes with sitting, driving, experiencing, and bonding with a vehicle. All it took was the new GT-R.
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