The Whitehawk

There comes a time in every man’s life where he wishes for a better car. Something with a more efficient engine, more power, something that looks more modern, sleeker and faster. And I think that time has finally caught up with me.

The last few days/weeks I’ve been going a lot of googling about it and I’ve yet to find a seriously good reason for not buying it. It’s like the damn car is it’s owner’s honeymoon ride.

I’m talking about a 93 Honda Del Sol with a Vtec engine.

It’s sports a 1.6cc engine with 160hp, very comfortable, very fun to drive, and underneath it’s mild purr lies an incredible amount of power, ready to be unleashed whenever your foot desires. I hope I don’t have to use the full power of this engine very often (when I do it will probably be to show off a little).

I took it for a test drive today, and got opinion for quite a few of my friends and family, all of which liked the car very much, but it was only when I lent it to my friend that I saw it blossom and witnessed it’s true potential. It’s not turbo charged, or anything of the sort, in fact, most modern sports cars can overtake it, but it’s no pushover.

Whereas my Peugeot is exciting to drive (exciting as in, oh dear lord it accelerates so quick and leeches all of my gas), the Honda’s engine has better manners and let’s you grow accustomed to the acceleration, and I have to say, it really sucks you in.

Regarding consumption its’ more or less what I expected. It seems to consume as much as my Peugeot does on normal roads, but I’ve yet to properly evaluate it on a highway, I reckon it won’t drink too much there, because it has been compared to Prius’ consumption in some of the reviews I read.

I’m hoping on making the deal soon, as soon as the owner and I sort some kinks out. But I have to say, from all the cars I’ve driven this year, and they were quite a few, this is by far my favorite.

If you want to see some pictures I took of it today, head on to my flickr homepage.

My father came up to me one day, with an odd statue of Don Quijote made out of nails and screws and other odd pieces and decided to get it for me.

I was surprised of getting such an odd gift in for no particular reason, but just as I was about to leave I asked him why he thought it was a good gift for me. To which he replied:

“It’s so you’ll remember to never stop chasing windmills”

I was puzzled, but at that time I didn’t think much more about it. But given some recent events in my personal and professional life, I started to understand what he really meant.

I’m a child at heart, as most people are, eager to obtain and toy with new things, feelings, places. To discover and experience as many things as possible. One of the things that recently made me happy was the new camera I bought, which surprised me with it’s incredibly quality right on the first shots.

But it wasn’t until I took off it’s “training wheels” that reality hit me. It wasn’t me who was adjusting the settings, make them just right so the shot would come out great. The camera did that for me. And taking a picture without those assistants isn’t as easy as it sounds, but I’m slowly grasping it, and applying what I’ve learned from friends and relatives.

How long I will use this camera is anybody’s guess, but in the same way that I use a computer and never get tired of it, I wonder if it’s really possible to get tired of photography? Perhaps one day I’ll get tired of the device itself, or feel tempted to obtain a newer model with new things, most of which I’ll never use.

But I don’t think I’ll ever lose that “want to discover”, whether it’s in my photography, my code, my games, my life, I’ll always thrive to find and chase new windmills.