Finding Myself, Getting Lost
The Range Sport is not my first car, but it’s the first I’ve really chosen, after driving for a couple of years a diesel Ford Fiesta, the right amount of time for making friendship with parking maneuvers. My father bought it to me, shortly before he left forever and therefore it has an indescribable emotional value. It is a 2011 Supercharged model, equipped with a powerful 5-liter V8 and 510 horsepower, not the typical car that fits with a girl, right? Anyway it’s now about 4 years that my relationship with this car is more than a normal bond of any person with his own car. Every time I drive it, it is as if Dad was there with me and often I can still smell that scent that accompanied him profusely before his business appointments. I use it often, but not every day, also because of the high fuel consumption (petrol, tires, brakes) and I’m sure that will remain with me forever, as it is not just a car made of metal sheets, but a kind of reminder button that fills my saddest days. On certain days, when the mood is on the ground, the only way to get me out of it is to start the engine and drive for several kilometers, aimlessly, enjoying a solitude broken by that wonderful scent that magically keeps me back to smile. It is more than a car, it is my deepest bond with a person who left me too soon.
Amelie