For ten seconds, you are immortal.
They are not failures. They are works in progress. They are the mechanical equivalent of a passionate argument: loud, frustrating, occasionally violent, but born of love. auto lombardi gasayidi manqanebi
When the electrics fail and you must hotwire the starter with a paperclip, you become part of the machine. When the gearbox crunches and you learn to double-clutch like a 1950s racer, you are no longer a driver—you are a pilot . For ten seconds, you are immortal