Year after year as the word-of-mouth continues to spread information about my humble persona, people come back to me with just one simple question: "Why Volvo? Why cars?". In some cases this question is followed also by statement mentioning my gender and expression of genuine surprise in opponents face.
Why not? It is not a crime to fall in love with something, is it? Yes, I am a girl and I loved cars for my whole life. My parents can reassure you I had no interest playing with dolls in my childhood. Animals - yeah, dolls - never. It's not that I assume all girls have to play with dolls, its just that in my family people found girls having dolls to be little more appealing.
When I was a kid, my mother used to take me to her workplace. We would drive there from our home and I would show my deep interest in automotive brands and models of cars outside. Strangely enough, my mother introduced me to majority of them. I saw Mazdas, Toyotas, Fords, Ladas, Mercedes-Benz cars, and all old BMWs. I learned their movements, their turning circles, and their forms. Their glistening metal mesmerised me, specially bathed in warm sun. I consumed brands, models, types, and colours - all car related info went into my child brain... And I loved it. It was my time. By certain age I have become an expert in spotting and distinguishing specific cars just by a brief overview.
When Top Gear Magazine got adapted for Russia, I jumped on board and almost subscribed to it. I loved to read articles by Jeremy Clarkson, James May, and Richard Hammond. I might say, their way of thinking shaped my own.
Only child of my parents, an Odd One for people around me, I did not have many friends. My movements were usually limited to the place I lived: a flat we lived in, the area near our block of flats. Sometimes we got out, which meant driving somewhere by our car. Being limited every where it was a matter of time for me to start humanising inanimate objects.
And cars became my friends...