There’s that line in Monty Python’s Holy Grail: The knights turn up at the bridge, and the troll who guards it asks them questions. “What’s your favorite color?” he asks. Simple enough, right? Mind you, don’t get it wrong or you’ll be flung into the abyss.
It used to be pretty easy to pick ONE THING that stood above everything else. Your bike. Your mom’s cookies. Batman.
So if I asked, “What’s your favorite car?” It shouldn’t be too hard to answer. I mean, everyone has their tastes. And no harm if you say an AMC Ambassador either. Sure, people will wonder, but it’s none of their damn business anyway.
Sometimes I think about what my answer would be. But picking one? Just one? That is incredibly difficult. There are so many good choices. How could you argue with someone who answers “GT-40”? Or Alfa GTA. Or a late fifties Imperial.
It’s hard because you have so many different styles, so many different technologies and performance capabilities. So many memories.
Sometimes I think my answer might be a 1964 Buick Riviera in that light silver/blue. I did a trip to Maine in one of those when it was just a used car, and I am here to tell ya, it was an awesome car.
Oh, but there was that Datsun 510 wagon too. Talk about cheap fun, man.
You can probably tell where this is going. I want to know what your favorite is. Just the one. And answering with just the make and year is unacceptable, because we need to know why.
And even if you don’t say an 8C 2900B, well, we’re all entitled to our opinions, right?