Sunday, 7 November 2010
I am often asked when I'm at work or at here just how I did it. How did I manage to get through all those years of study? How did I do it with kids? And apart from stubborness, that 3.6L V8 above had a lot to do with it. I first saw it while sitting next to my boyfriend at college and it was love at first sight. In fact the infatuation with the smooth lines of the Modena and its feline purr lasted long after my infatuation with him.
I love the engineering involved in the car, the perfect symmetry and the fact that it is truly an objet d'art that can also take you places. It's an object that can make memories. Not only can you go to my favourite places in the world but the trip becomes a spine tingling journey of feedback through fingers and feet with a steady throb humming through you.
Now medicine is not the cash cow that it is widely regarded to be. I earn less than the average hairdresser at the moment, and I have a long way to go before I can confidently think about buying a Toyota let alone a classic piece of Italian engineering - and I'm hoping that in 20 years when it could be a potentiality that they've miraculously come down a lot in price (but not increased due to being "antiques"). But one day I want to hear that whine that comes from one of the best engines ever developed as I accelerate along a winding mountain road.