I took my friend for a ride in my 56 Dodge the other day..Granted he is into the import scene and has a very wicked evo 8 that he plays with..but his comment caught me off guard.. The smell of exhaust with the sweet blend of oil and anti freeze coming into the car has always been a very fragrant smell to me..not to mention the aroma of raw fuel flooding in when the car decides it doesnt want to restart right away at the sonic.. Our conversations are very limited when the car is running because even with mufflers on it the beast is very loud..so loud it is almost a shouting contest to hear the other persons words..The ride did have its good points..it was its maiden voyage..the sound of the car coming to life as the gears were shifted was amazing..better yet was the look on my friends face as the 440 pushed him into my sofa sized seats..and he started to try and grab onto things to hold onto...funny thing is old cars dont have those funny liitle handles in the interior to hold onto.. It wasnt without its problems..the car overheats in traffic..thats why we had to lay over at the sonic for an hour..and these new guys are paranoid about a gas guage that doesnt work..i mean after all we did make it to the gas station..with a gallon to spare..maybe more.. when i opened the trunk to fill the fuel cell he about come unglued..we are riding with the gas tank in the trunk?? yeah why..its bolted down..but the gas fumes the car could explode...Well thats why they call it a HOT ROD.. He was suprised to see everyone looking at the car as we drove it around..he was even more suprised to watch people run across the street to look at the car when were getting gas..he told me no one does that to my car..what makes them come to look at a beat up old car with the paint all shot to **** and the rear wheel wells cut out with a torch..i mean look at it ..it is puking anti freeze on the ground.. As we pulled into his moms yard his girlfriend came out with his mom and once again let me know that my car smelled...the beastie just sat there trying to load up the plugs with raw fuel and as i cleared them taking off down the street heading home..it kind of hit me..all of the cars i have owned up till i got married had these wonderful aromas..once i got married the wife wanted new cars..she got tired of the temper tantrums that my old cars had..and once my first daughter was born we needed a car that could make the 300 mile trip to see my parents and have an a/c to beat the heat. That day i realized what i was missing driving my dependable fuel injected vehicles..to some they say a eco friendly ride..to me i now know the secret...The old car....it has a soul...
My wife often tells me when I walk in the door that I "smell like car". I just smile and nod. I wish they could bottle the smell, I would wear it as cologne
As of late, I smell like Pontiac, tractor, diesel fuel, hydrualic oils and the occasional horse****.........I cuddle myself in the dark corners of the house. I'm the best smelling gal I know. ESPECIALLY, after being out in the sun for a few hours while wearing my eau de toilet.
Everytime I walk by a Diesel truck, especially on winter days, and I get a whiff of the diesel exhaust I just have to smile. It takes me back to my days in the Army. A certain brand of bar soap takes me back to the time I spent in Iraq. Not nearly as fond of a memory. Gotta take the good with the bad!
Well it could be worse. You could smell like ***. My wife always wonders what that smell is. I just say HOT RODDIN
Hey Brandy that must be a very expensive perfume..some people just dont know what they are missing..the 56 used to have the smell of rats nest but that was taken care of when the interior got redone...now it has the smell of new wet interior when it rains....funny how you can forget about the windsheild rubbers until water comes pouring in
My car reeked of mouse ****, and the i tore the piss soaked headliner out and it smelled beter, and then I va***ed it out and it smelled beter, then I put mothballs in to keep **** out then it smelled worse, now it smells like moth balls with just an ever so slight smell of mouse ****, just enough to piss me off.
Yeah, the old ones have soul. I have a buddy that is way into Camaros and has restored several 68/69s and has a reall nice one now. Well, I lurched my '50 over to his place when I first got it running (stock 235, slighly lowered, ran like shiiiiiiitt). It died in his driveway, and we had a hell of a time getting it started and it leaked an oil spot on his concrete... "Man, I gotta get me one of those, Stretch!" he says! He just kept walking around it and looking at it... he's a convert now. And yeah, my wife says I smell like "garage." I love that smell when you first open the garage door, especially if it's summer and it's had a change to warm up a bit.
I love the smell of 90wt gear oil... it smells like dead dinosaurs! And don't get me started on old mohair interiors, 104 octane, burnt slicks and Nitro...
If a gal ever came up to me, smelling of race gas, I would probably marry her. (or at least bang the bejeezus out of her)
I think I'd rather hold that snake still for you. Jay,I'm an expensive girl. No cheap Autozone parts and smells for me.
My favorite smell is an airplane (prop job). Completely different then a car. Wish my car could smell like that
every morning, i walk out side and yank the choke, listen to fuel pump tick away, turn the key and smile; i listen to the blattyrap of the exhaust, and smell the twin SU's running a little to rich...why would we do anything else?
What the heck is a wicked evo 8? My 68 plymouth is up on blocks waiting on the parts to rebuild the front suspension. I can't resist firing that ****er up just to let her 383 go for a while. Makes the garage and kitchen stink good for a few hours.
The guys here at GM were moving cars around in the hallways yesterday, and from inside the studios, I heard this, >BLAPPA, BRAPP, BRAPP, BLAPP, BLAPP!< Through a 3" closed insulated door. Immediately, I got out of my seat, opened the door to the hallway to see the 1959 Mitchell Stingray idling to a stop in front of our studio. LOVE that. You could see all the gar freaks in the building circling it and inhaling those un-catalyzed fumes. It smelled like a 377-cubic-inch cologne maker. With one helluva silver body.
to me the different smells have different meanings. the way my old diamond t smells is like history...i just sit in there, looking around the inside and taking it all in. i look out the windows and imagine what the last person saw when they looked out those same windows some half a century ago. i just inhale deeply and the rusty metal, the rotted rubber, old gas, moldy cloth...it just overwhelms me and i am transported to another time. when i go to the junkyard, the smell is of potential for those poor cars that someone used to love one time years ago. the smell of the mud and gr*** mixed with the rust and rubber mentioned before just makes me think as i look at each car and wonder if it'll get a second chance at life. just as jay said, they all have souls. my girlfriend laughs at me when i start talking about it, but there is something about the years and the things an old car has been through that give it life. we here on the hamb are just trying to show that life to everyone else and share our vision of the cars' souls with the world.
Its interesting how different decades and makes of cars smell differently. I love the smell of old imports. My granddad always had some odd cars. He had a 50's Peugeot, an Opel Cadet wagon. I've always had a Capri around. Volkswagen's smell about the same. Hard to describe. Memories like when I was 5 playing with my Hot Wheels in the back of our Opel wagon at my first drive in movie with my parents. I couldn't have cared less about the movie, but I can vividly remember everything else about that night. I remember driving with my grandpa around the lake in the little Peugeot. I wish I had that car now. Looked very similar to the Volvo 440(?)
4t64RD- I know. It is a burden. That car is parked in the main lobby of the Design Building, and i use the front entrance on purpose just to walk by it every day. I guess it means I have to show up "on time", but looking at that icon of an automobile is worth it. It never, ever gets old. At about 6, the sun lights up the sides of the car and I just want to idle it out on the Tech Center grounds and cane the thing like a rented South American donkey. Going downstairs during the Camaro project wasn't too bad either.