Cars: Not Only For Men

21 January 2019 Redazione Pink Drivers

How many times have you heard “Leave it, cars are not for you”? And how many times have you hidden an erupting volcano behind a smile, just for not showing how in reality this stupid (and now very old) sentence had bothered you? I am sure this happened a thousand times and over time you may have even stopped to notice it, but it is useless to deny that, for many boys, we girls do not even remotely aspire to take place on the driver’s seat. The most fortunate will be somehow exposed as objects in order to collect likes with some photographs, while the others will be relegated to act as simple walk-on. Well, wait for it!

For a few years now I can say that I have gone through everything. From endless trips on extremely loud supercars to mountain climbs that made you happy for having skipped not only breakfast, but also dinner the day before. And how to forget those days at -10° immersed in snow, or at + 35° without even a tiny spot of shadow. So the passion for this world has become visceral, so much so that you cannot stay away from those pieces of metal stinking petrol. Combining my great passion for photography I was lucky enough to get on board and even drive any sort of car, from quiet hatchbacks, to the most extraordinary sports cars available. And with the passion the desire to discover grew more, talking to those around me and showing how cars are not necessarily a reserved passion for men. In return I was welcomed into the Auto Class family as any girl with a love for cars would want and deserve within her group, whether it’s a club or any other kind of environment where people live moments of joy chasing their dream.

The “Pink Drivers” section means just that and welcomes the stories of girls and their cars and a series of articles that I will write during the next months, trying to convey not only the magic that certain cars are able to offer, but showing that women and cars can take on a different meaning than before. And let’s face it, wouldn’t you prefer a girl leaving a bit of rubber on the asphalt?

Words by Giorgia Rossi

Photo by Jay Tomei