I’m not quite sure how I evolved into a car afficionado*, but I know that when I see a metal machine I like, I have to be close to it or better yet, drive it. And, much like a drug, the more time I spend covering any kind of auto in my professional life, the more I want to do it.
Cars have become an itch I have to scratch.
It seems that my dear friend’s daughter has been bitten by the same automotive bug at a much earlier age than I, and I am thrilled by it. This soon-to-be-9-year-old (she turns 9 tomorrow) wrote a short poem about cars.
By Nina Jana Smith, Age 8 (going on 9)
Cars race through the moonlight!
With a stop, its tires squeal like a pig
Zip! It speeds through the air
When you start your car it grunts.
It’s a beautiful car, glimmering yellow.
Its keeper steers the wheel to the right.
Wham! On his left a car crashed.
It had white stripes, a read coating and green dots.
It smashed into the curb, while the yellow car crossed the FINISH line.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I believe we have a future auto enthusiast–and perhaps even auto journalist on our hands. And I bet she’ll be quick on a track.
Thanks to her awesome mom for sharing Nina’s work with me.
*FULL DISCLOSURE: I didn’t start up with a car thing–it sort of evolved over time–starting in college with my first ride in a friend’s BMW 325–that spark has luckily begun to dovetail itself into spending more and more time consuming, thinking about, shooting, editing and driving around in awesome machines for my professional work–which I honestly cannot complain about. If you are interested in what I do–check out some of my work at CNNMoney. I produce, edit and shoot with our Senior Autos Writer, Peter Valdes-Dapena)