The adventure starts in the driveway my husband said over and over again. I looked at him your an idiot I said in a playful manner. He said it again with more gusto this time using his arms as if in an effort to emphasise it more make it more exciting. Any day spent with you is an adventure I say. We were going treasure hunting to the west of us in Josie the Ford Focus Titanium.
This post is a cross between telling you about the Ford Focus and my love for old things, vintage. This is my last post for the Ford Choose your own adventure challenge and so I must tell you of my love for her one more time and to mix it up a little my I love for industrial vintage. I have pieces displayed all over my home. I display type writers like my Aunt does a Royal Dolton figurine and husband and I often go on road trips looking for new treasures. I love things that a chipped, cracked, are strange yellow patina and used. Old things they add warmth and personality to a room. I love knowing an objects story and feeling it beneath my fingers. The thought that something I hold in my hand is 100 years old astounds me.
But before we get to that lets get to the nitty gritty. I love the car and in exactly three days I give her back. I don’t want to but it’s okay the power of positive thought will pay off and I will win lotto along with every other Tom, Dick and Harry in Australia. 37 000000 to 1 is such great odds that I know I will get the car eventually. Previously I wrote about her technology and comfort so it makes sense that I write about the handling because all the leather seats in the world doesn’t mean much unless she handles well and so I will. Personally for me she handles beautifully especially as an automatic and I’m not a fan of automatics it’s a control issue but as one she is awesome.
We live in 90 minutes from the coast go one way its rainforest mountain rangers go the other and you hit the apitmy of the Australian outback of wide open spaces kangaroos, cows and road trains; the best of both worlds. When I collected the car I said to the ford dealer I can’t wait to drive the range in this. He looked at me concerned but his much younger side kick understood and so smiled yes it would be awesome there is nothing like driving a car that handles and drives well.
So how does Josie do? Beautifully; the cornering is superb. The range is 19 kilometres long with 265 corners and in the Ford Focus Titanium she is a dream ride. I know it has something to do with the Torque Drive system but don’t ask me to go into any more details because that would just produce twaddle I don’t know about. The roads are tight and narrow but she hugs the corners and drives out like the Karadashians encountering paparazzi it’s a natural show. Take her to the extreme of wide open spaces and the overtaking road trains a synch. There is power and complete control even when having to edge the bitumen because the narrowness of the road means someone has to give just a little. Other must mentions the automatic headlights when the skies go a stormy grey, the rains sensing wipers something I loved. It should be mentioned from my experience this car is a head turner it may get you into trouble but yet she is a car so smart it can only make you a better more driver and given the number of care flight choppers I hear on a weekend there is no harm in that.
So my love of old things? Means constant road trips looking and fossicking in the most unusual places and often the hunt, the stories that come from them is the part I love more than the piece its self. It’s a love I share with my husband it’s the one thing we do together some do fishing we do hunting and collecting he is furniture and I am things which is lamen for everything. Sometimes our road trips are fruitful other times it’s not. This road trip took as 40 minutes into the outback where pay phones still exist and the flies outnumber the people. We found nothing but we did discover that there is a great little coffee shop down a back street. Coffee is its strength service is not. We met and old man Charlie who had ridden in his share of rodeos but that love had left him wheelchair bound in his older age yet I guarantee he wouldn’t have changed a thing. His eyes told me so when he talked.
So what do I do with the pieces I find? Often I keep them then when I have had enough of the love I sell them on to find a new home. My story imparted on them. I sell them at my market and a history of quieter times before us shared.
So as I finish this I’m a little sad…this little car this little extension of myself remind me who I was and am; Debbie the writer girl, who loves old things, sang bad karaoke and danced in her seat as imparted a little bit of her story on Josie the Ford Focus Titanium.
Do you love old things with story a life before you or do you like things brand spanking new?
