Friday, May 25, 2012

Real Men Drive Real Muscle




                The key slides in with a soothing click. As the ignition is turned on, the 4.0 L 210 HP springs to life with a menacing snarl. There are no stuttering or raspy sounds from the engine like your everyday compact or utility car that serves the sole purpose of going from point A to B.The initial snarl settles down into a loud, anticipatory growl - like a stalking cheetah on the verge of pouncing on its prey. For all the pulsating power under the hood, the interior remains surprisingly vibration free and noise proof when idling. As the 5-speed manual transmission is engaged and the clutch released, the beast pounces forward with a screeching roar. The tachometer needle climbs like a rocket and the roar grows till the second gear is engaged. In that split second, time seems to be suspended and the noise subdued, and then again, like a hungry tiger going for the kill, the machine surges forward and in just under 6.7 seconds is at the 60 mph mark. Say hello to my friend - The 2008 Ford Mustang Coupe.

                   
                    
                The sun glints off the jet black hood. The white racing stripes accentuate the rugged sportiness of the vehicle whilst the exquisite galloping mustang on the front grille and the round headlights are reminiscent of the 60s and 70s. Out on the streets when one sees a Mustang at a light or an intersection, one gets the inimitable feeling of watching a hulking beast, stalking its prey before springing forward in a frenzied blur with a deafening roar . The 90s and the early 2000 s saw mustangs with contemporary styling that was pretty common in that time. That era was marked by conservative styling and timid engines that saw Ford focus (pardon the pun) on the family car, compact car and economy segments. With the 2005 Mustang, Ford ushered in the modern age of the quintessential American muscle car (or the pony car if you are a purist) with aggressive, beefy lines and bulky bodies that harkened back to the legendary muscle car days of yore - those days when oil wars were unheard of, when bombastic engines, rock bottom fuel economy, screeching tires and ear-splitting engine revs ruled the roost. But the ford mustang has endured - from the first mustang introduced in 1964 under the stewardship of the legendary Lee Iacocca to the latest 2012 Ford Mustang Shelby 500 -  the most powerful production V8 in the world featuring a 5.8L supercharged V8 putting out 650 horses. The mustang has endured the stiff competition from competing muscle cars like the camaroes, dodges and pontiacs in the 60s and 70s, the oil crisis of the 80s, three wars and the economic boom of the 90s. The fifth generation Mustang kick started another slug fest between American car makers with the revived Chevrolet Camaro and the Dodge Challenger R/T competing for market share in the late 2000s.



             I think it was sometime when I was probably around 14 years old that I first became fascinated with cars. That's when most teenage boys in India start closely watching their fathers, elder brothers or uncles drive and one day want to pilot their own. There's something about boys and cars that is fascinating - some bond that defies explanation and turns introverts into gleeful, adventurous fan boys.Then came the video game revolution of the late 90's bringing along with it the Need for Speed racing series - the first time that gamers could get into fully realized virtual super cars a la Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Porsches and its ilk. Those years opened my eyes to the world of automobiles. To a an entire Indian generation whose view and knowledge of cars was entirely composed of the compact and functional maruti suzukis and fiats of the 90s, the chance to get into a Lamborghini Diablo and let rip around an exotic, fictional locale quickly became the stuff of wet dreams.As iteration after iteration of the Need for Speed series came out, bringing with it ever richer detail, technical realism, the ability to tune our virtual machines, customize its look and then burn rubber with virtual friends, my passion towards cars grew exponentially. Granted, I am not big on the intricate technical wizardry of the cars, I did not pursue an automobile degree (although I took a great deal of courses in my Mechanical Engineering Degree that focused on automobile technology) and I wasn't as passionate a follower of the Formula 1 Racing Series as some of my friends but I knew enough to appreciate the beauty of the machines, the flow and lines of an outstanding design, the roar and thunder of a V8 engine, the smell of burning rubber, and the pure joy of commandeering a mean machine.


                That said, my first driving experiences were on my Dad's Maruti Suzuki Zen, and later the SX4. These were your everyday, functional cars with woeful power and handling characteristics, but nevertheless introduced me to the thrill and unbridled excitement of driving. I drove super cars either in the virtual world of games or in my dreams. Even when I earned my driving license, I did not know much about the pedigree of American made cars (apart from the corvette and the chryslers), living as I was, in a country flooded with cheap, economical Japanese imports. Video games showcased mostly European sports and luxury cars and so I dreamed of one day driving the Porsche Cayman S, or the Audi. Then I read the biography of Anthony "Lee" Iacocca.

                   The life story of Iacocca is a fascinating account of expert management and sales philosophies. In fact his autobiography is compulsory reading material in all the top B Schools.The memoirs of how Iacocca single handedly led the Ford Motor Company to the forefront of the Automotive revolution with iconic designs such as the original Mustang enthralled and captivated me. Eventually I decided my first car would have to be the Mustang.
 

 The 2011 mustangs were given a small cosmetic makeover from the 2005-2010 era  but a bigger leap in terms of the technology. The front grille size was reduced, the headlights upgraded to a HID while reducing the size of the circular main light and the tail lights sporting LED accents around each of the the three 'light bars'. The interior which has never been Ford's forte, was spruced up a bit with a variety of tech like SYNC App link, navigation system, in dash adjustable performance features and aluminum accents. Some models included an optional glass roof  and other performance packages. Under the hood, Ford phased out the SOHC engine and put in its new generation Duratec 3.7L DOHC engines which puts out 305 HP @ 6500 rpm in the base model as opposed to 210 HP in the previous year's base model.

Considering that the base model of the 2011-2012 mustang starts at just 22,000 $ MSRP, it was tempting to go for it if only for the additional 100 HP that lets it compete with the SS Camaro. In the end due to financial reasons I had to settle for a used 2008 V6 Mustang. Granted the power was under whelming compared the the GT, BOSS and Shelby versions of the Mustang but the unmistakable pedigree is still present in all its glory. The interiors are a bit drab, with an abundance of cheap plastic and old school round tachometer dials and generic instrument panel but then, to quote the legendary Carroll Shelby " 'Refined' has never been one of the Mustang's Selling points". It's all about the wild, unbridled passion and symbolic aggression that starts under the hood and extends to the tips of the suspensions.

 So, as I gear up for a trip to the mountains this weekend, I envision caressing the beast through winding switch backs, under a speckled forest canopy, with the wind in my face, and 210 horses purring gently beneath me. This is bliss. This is the legacy of the Stang - One of the greatest pony cars in American automotive history.


Thursday, October 6, 2011

Letting Go

This one is for you my dear friend

Have you ever wondered what happens to some relationships? Have you ever wondered why relationships twist, change, evolve and confound? Is it because change is inevitable? Is it because change is always for the better? Is it because people grow tired of sameness? Can't some feelings stay the same? Can't some relationships withstand the test of time and distance?

It seems like just a few hundred miles that separates people. And with today's electronic connectivity and ease of air travel, a few hundred miles translates to a couple of hours and a few hundred dollars. But the distance can still seem a world apart , especially since we have been so extremely close to each other. With the teary eyed goodbyes came promises to call everyday, countless whispered miss you's,  assurances to maintain the same bond, and plans to meet.

But I know for a certainty that the time will come to pass when life overwhelms people like it so often does. The sands of time will slither through your hands to be lost forever as new experiences, friends and events slowly fill your life and spread through your time like ink on blotting paper. I know that you will get caught up and swept away with everything happening in front of your eyes that you will seldom have the chance to reflect upon things happening yonder. And before we know it, the calls will start slowing down, the endless hours of gossip and mundanities will dwindle to minutes.  Vivid memories of all the times of togetherness will fade into fond remembrances that seems like vague dreams of a far-off place and time. And I know that sometimes the best I can do is let go.

And so the time will come when I will feel hurt because I know that I might still be clinging to the past. My greatest fear is that I would start to hold our bond, our friendship  and camaraderie so close that it would actually start getting out of my hands. I know people make new friendships all the time but I need to be reminded often that the true old ones are never forgotten but always cherished and celebrated. Despite that, I feel an infinite sadness that threatens to crush my soul and make me yearn for the olden times.True, you might no longer have time for me or no longer call as often but that doesn't necessarily mean that you do not care for me or love me the same way you used to. I realize that we have very different lives now and that we can no longer exist in the same bubble together cause sooner or later every bubble pops.

That time is around the corner. And so, I just want you to know, how lucky I am to have known you for this short time. And before it's too late, I want you to know that you were the best thing that happened to me in this strange, faraway land, and that, despite the numerous misunderstandings, fights and problems that we have been through, I would never, ever regret one moment of our friendship. I am sorry for the times I have been a lousy friend, for the times I have hurt you even though I never meant to, and for the times that I've let you down. Goodbye my friend. Wherever you go, whatever you do, I will always wish that you stay happy and live life to the fullest.



Wednesday, September 14, 2011

The little joys of life


Life is not always about getting that 6 figure salary, buying that fancy sports car, marrying the girl of your dreams or becoming a millionaire. Sometimes the small things in life, the little moments that most of us don't even notice, can be worth more than anything else we can ever gain in our life.

  The aroma of the first raindrop on dry earth.....
A steaming cup of coffee on a dewy, sunny morn...


Letting your feet slowly sink into the sand as the waves bound over your 
ankles at the beach


 
The pensive silence of hanging out with yourself at the library......

Whispered jokes and snide remarks in class
 
The days of quietly slipping out in the middle of class to gossip at the corner tea stall

Sipping hot chai in a dirty glass at the edge of a ramshackle tea shop barely sheltered from the rain













The random conversations with strangers on a bus



 








Driving through the winding smokies with one republic booming out of the stereo



  Huddling together by the campfire on a cold, fall night, drinking and singing.

  








The sweet smell of a brand new hard cover novel



  








Random late night drives with best buds.




  Sleeping in when it is pouring outside on a sunday morning.

  
 dancing like no one's watching

  Lying down outside and staring up at the heavens