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My Friend's Car Collection
My friend was always very passionate about cars. He could go on for hours talking about them, the shape, size, color and all other contents that it had. He spoke of a car like a husband should speak of his wife, he took care of his cars like a doctor should care for his patients, but he never drove them. He loved the cars interior and exterior beauty and knew the model, brand and year of each one he owned. His collection consisted of more then 100 cars and it kept growing with each passing year. Each time he lay eyes on a car he liked he would go ahead and admire it, then his feelings would change and he would want to own that car, possess it, and eventually he would go ahead and look for it, and buy it.
He was very proud of his collection, always showing It to visitors when they arrived at his house, you could say it was his most prized possession and he loved his cars as if they were his children. Each morning he rose alongside the sun and checked that they were dust free and impeccable; they had to be presentable at all times of the day, you could never know when they would be seen. Of course, he loved all his cars, but amongst his collection, he had his favorite. The car that held the most special place in his collection, in the very center, with a huge spotlight making it shine above all else, was a ’69 Mustang Shelby, wearing all black with two red stripes cutting it right through the middle. This car to the common spectator, was not that impressive and definitely not the best in his collection, we all have different opinions. But it held a special place in my friend’s heart as it had belonged to his grandfather. That same car had been passed down from father to son, until it was finally his. The special significance this car had to him was impressive, sometimes we believed he loved that old, black car even more than his own family.
Years passed and his ever-growing collection, suddenly stopped growing. Time went by and the cars started to gather dust. You see, people change and their interests not always remain the same. And his most valued collection soon became meaningless. For in the end all you could see of his once impressive collection, were shelves and shelves of little, toy cars.
