Modern cars have mostly become a commodity. We want them to work. And to have phone and cup holders. These are our priorities. The story of the car is less important.
Sure, some of us try to add some personality to our late model rides. So we name our new cars, and occasionally we even pat them on the hood as we pass by. Maybe we hang a special totem on the rear view mirror. But by and large, a car has become a steel box with tires.
Hopefully, you like the color.
Enter our Bugeye world, and you have a very different set of priorities. Our cars aren’t stocked with back-up cameras and navigation systems. We don’t have climate control systems that can be independently adjusted for driver and passenger (we barely have heat!). But they are full of passion. They are rich with stories. Classic British sports cars exude personality. They create a ruckus, with noise (and sometimes smoke). They draw people out of their shells. They invite people to come out and play.
Which brings us to Phillip and Kathleen Esno, whose daughter gave them a yellow Bugeye this past week, and whose lives are now forever changed. 49 years ago, they put-off having their own Bugeye and had a beautiful daughter instead. And how that daughter grew, into her own generous and glorious adulthood, gathering the tools required along the way to one day give her parents back what they gave up just to create her.
That day is here now. Congratulations Esnos.
Now that’s a good car story.
