It’s all about love – or is that lust?

I’m in love. No, wait, maybe it’s lust?

Has this ever happened to you? I don’t want to call it love at first sight, but it certainly can be called lust at first sight. Ever seen a piece of art, a smooth as silk sweater, the cutest puppy or kitten, the perfect pair of shoes? And you just had to have it?

Of course it has. It happens to all of us and it doesn’t no matter how immune we think ourselves.

I’m a fan of cars. I learned to drive a standard on a 1966 Jaguar coupe a friend owned.

The first car I bought without my dad was a TR6 and I loved that car. I wanted to keep it forever and probably would have except that if you wanted to change the oil you practically had to remove the engine.

So of course I went to the Vancouver Auto Show on Thursday. I went knowing that I would fall in love, knowing that lust would overwhelm me and knowing I’d get over it when I contemplated the state of my bank account.

It was love at first sight for me this year and, oddly, I spent the rest of my visit to the car show trying to figure out a way to buy the Hyundai Equus. First of all, who can resist the name? I like my cars to have names and the Equus makes me think about naked men on stage, makes me think about horses, makes me think about Romans and Latin and history.

The Equus has just arrived in North America though it’s been around for a while elsewhere. It’s a top of the line luxury sedan and it’s gorgeous. Once I saw the Equus, once I sat inside that beautifully designed interior, I was overtaken with lust, with desire, with joy at finding something so perfect.

I guess that’s what car shows are for. And that’s what love at first sight is for. And, to put it into a writer’s perspective, that’s what writing is for – that joy and desire and lust we feel when we read the perfect sentence or paragraph or title, whether we’ve written it or not.



10 responses to “It’s all about love – or is that lust?

  1. So shiny and sexy…totally worthy of lust at first sight. And I bet it had that delicious new leather smell, too. Mmm…

  2. Jar O' Marbles

    One of my former bosses owned an Aston Martin. *fans self* That car was something special. It was like a 67 or something, convertible, in perfect condition. He apparently saw it at an auction and couldn’t live without it.

    That car was definitely lust worthy.

    • For the past few years I’ve been tempted by the new Aston Martin – but, honestly,the Equus, for less than half the price, is just as nice. Or maybe it’s just because spending $160,000 for a car seems ridiculous when I could use that money to travel for three or four years!


  3. Raymond Bolton

    Oh! Oh!! It was good for me, too. *pant, pant*

    Where was I? Oh, yes. I’ve never been able to afford the objects of my desire, except once: a black, Toyota Celica coupe with a Supra engine and suspension package, five speed shift, Ricaro seats and a sun roof. Now I drive an F-150 pickup. I would, however, kill for a Aston Martin.

    • I once had the object of my desire – my TR6 named Persephone. She actually got me a lot of other objects of desire in my twenties. And I’ve loved the Aston Martin forever – but I think it’s one of those things – like Denzel and Javier Bardem – that are probably better from a distance. What if you scratched it? Could you take it out of your driveway? What if it rained or, god forbid, snowed?


      • Raymond Bolton

        “it’s one of those things – like Denzel and Javier Bardem – that are probably better from a distance.”

        But at a distance you can’t smell the… um… er… leather.

  4. the Equus makes me think about naked men on stage

    LMAO. I love you, Kate.

    *sighs* ’59 Aston Mark DB Mark III

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