Why cars?

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 cars?" 
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...