I’m in my 40s and fully embracing my enthusiast relationship with Cars. This is something that I never fully explored before but it was always there. I feel like most people my age got into cars in their teens and 20s. It was there for me at those ages but I was a far cry from knowing anything about the machines I loved. I couldn’t talk intelligently with a schoolmate who wanted to dive deep into the differences between the 3000GT I was driving and the Acura Integra he had. I regretably didn’t know enough to fully recognize how cool his car was at the time but now have an appreciation for all types. As I check-off a visit to SEMA off my bucket list and the absolute sensory overload of trying to cram all of that experience in to a 24 hour span on 3 hours of sleep I have to look back at what gave me that spark of enjoying cars?
If I think back, my first thought of “whoa that’s a cool car” was probably from watching and rewatching Back to the Future to the point where the VHS tape wore out and I could no longer watch my favorite scene. Marty attempting to catch a lightning bolt charged wire with a metal hook at exactly 88mpg and leaving behind a firey trail of tire marks.
Or was it watching KITT in Knight Rider knowing my parents had a matching black 1983 firebird in the driveway that I shared a birthyear with? Or all the car related Saturday morning cartoons from Transformers, to M.A.S.K.?
It was probably all of it, setting off many years of begging for the next coolest hot wheel, lego sets that would let me build vehicle after vehicle. Sports cars to recreating my own time traveling train, or at least the best facsimile I could with pieces cobbled together from $5 lego sets.
Fast forward to my high school days and the glut of awesome 90’s sports cars and the beginning of the Fast and the Furious series…I’ve spent most of my life lusting after vehicles that could go fast because it was cool, yet always behind the 8-ball of coming up just shy of owning a great example of a “cool car”
Meanwhile, my parents had an ever-growing fleet of status-symbol cars that were pretty to look at but ultimately lacking under the hood. Besides the toys and media affect, my own parents had a love of sports cars and I spent most of my quality time with my mom during after-school pickups. I’ll always associate long relaxing rides in a sports car with the few short commute moments I could connect with her since she worked second shift.
As I moved on to establish my own life, my own career, and my own family I put the car enthusiasm on hold. Practicality was the rule of the roost and if anything this is when my appreciation of all sorts of different makes came in. Look at all these cool cars that I can’t afford, or just aren’t practical. My life became all about the family and I lost touch with friends. My only confidant was my wife and she jokingly refers to cars as boxes with wheels on them. She didn’t have the itch and couldn’t understand the desire.
We cycled through more than the average number of cars moving from econoboxes to kid carriers. Utilitarian SUVs and trucks for multiple moves. A downsize to a front wheel drive Kia Soul intended as a west coast car for a failed relocation. My first totaled car from a bad patch of slush and a stalled out flatbed truck on I-95 I was lucky to walk away from.
A return to solo life and kids getting to the age of sitting in the front seat. A small condo not requiring hauling home improvement supplies put me back into the market to rekindle that sports car itch. A chance encounter with a cheap project car and a way to experience mid-engine RWD driving experiences I picked up an MR2 to scratch that itch. Did I bite off more than I could handle? Yes. Was it a bad “value” at $2000 not really.
It was a cheap entry point back into Japanese sports cars after I’d been lusting after GR 86s and GR Supras. I had just watched Initial D well past when most had and I wanted to see what the tiny little 4AGE power plant would be capable of in a small light car.
Not even a year later, talking about sports cars and Toyotas with my parents and it was ironically my mom; my free-spirit connection with sports cars; who led me to the first car I can say I’m absolutely in love with, no feeling of FOMO for other cars. In what seemed like a side comment, my mom asked, “hey have you seen the new GR Corolla?”
I’m ashamed to say my initial response was “What are you talking about mom, I’ve never heard of a GR Corolla, there are only two GR cars do you mean the new GR Supra?” Leave it to my mom to be on to something and out-enthusiast me. Unfortunately, I will never get to share the fun of driving this car with her. She passed in January of 2023. Her passing hit me in ways I probably haven’t shared with many. She had a zeal for life and was a free spirit.
Did it affect me making a knee-jerk purchase 3 months later as a reminder of her free spirit? Did her passing make me want to stop “waiting” until I’m too old to enjoy what I’ve always wanted? Was I sick of paying for gas guzzler truck fillups for my daily driver while my MR2 was not yet roadworthy? All of the above… Am I absolutely obsessed with finally owning a sports car that is both show and go? Yes. My coworkers and friends I’ve reconnected with are probably sick of me talking about my car, but it represents something I’ve wanted since I was a child. It represents something I felt I wasn’t allowed to have; something frivolous and impractical and immature to seek out. But it also represents a connection to my mom who is no longer with us. It represents that sometimes what looks like a high cost of ownership is worth it for the joy it can bring and the sentiments that come along with it.
Vehicles I’ve had a personal connection to in the Sao fleet:
OWned by
car
likes
dislikes
What I Lusted after instead
Parents
1983 Pontiac Firebird
It looked like the Knight Rider!
Not a trans am, small block, finicky startup
Trans Am
Parents
80’s Subaru Sedan and Wagon
precursors to the Impreza and Outback
Base models, smelt old
Wasn’t driving at this point
Parents
1993 Isuzu Rodeo
“my” first car
Nothing to write home about, but learned vehicle feel sliding around the rear end in the snow
Couldn’t complain
Parents
1994 Mitsubishi 3000GT Red
90’s JDM Glory!
Base Model Automatic – rebuilt transmission about 4 times before Rusting out
VR4
Parents
1985 Toyota Tacoma
I mean its a tacoma
Signs of age, very loose shifter
Marty’s version
Parents
1995 Mitsubishi 3000GT Black
Hey this ones a 5 speed
Assembled in North America, just not as good a build quality… and totaled in the driveway…also base model
VR4 or Evo or Eclipse GSX
Parents
1997 Mitsubishi 3000GT White
5 speed and Pearl White!
Another BASE MODEL! – and by this time, the SOHC engine from the Stealth as Mitsubishi started to collapse
VR4 or Evo or Eclipse GSX S2000
Parents
1977 Corvette
SharkBody!
Bright yellow, spent more time garaged than on the road, automatic, small block, rusted out floor
Stingray
Me
1997 Mercedes C280
first car purchase
Stupid financial decision financing this and the start of econoboxes and family cars
GTI? SLK?
Me
2008 Suzuki SX4
AWD and hey there was a WRC version
basically in the geo metro family?
Evo X/STI
Me
2010 Suzuki Kizashi
AWD Sedan Turbo and a decent Rockford Fosgate system
Still love this car but it wasn’t big enough for child seats
Evo X/STI
Me
2014 Subaru Crosstrek
first Subaru?
Not the WRX I really wanted
Evo X/STI
Me
2016 Ford Escape
eh…it has a turbo?
totalled š
Evo X/STI/Focus ST
Me
2019 Kia Soul
Quirky gas sipper
But its a box
Stinger V6 TT
Me
2013 Nissan Frontier
Needed a Truck
Sucked down the gas
sports car of any kind at this point
Me
1987 Toyota MR2
mid-engine RWD AE86 DNA project car to finally get some mechanical chops on
It needs a lot of mechanical chops to get back on the road
GR 86
Me
2023 GR Corolla
FINALLY my rally style sports car
cost of parts š
nothing
Definitely a varied fleet from American muscle to JDM sports cars, Trucks and SUVs. There were a few other cars in the mix, ones my parents primarily drove or owned after I started my own life, or even vehicles that were my sister’s. Not to mention my parents’ what-ifs over the years.
But I finally am happy with the car I have, it’s got the horsepower of a sports car, if entry-level, the utility of a hatchback, and the new-england survivability of AWD with LSDs. Not to mention the crazy numbers the Aussies have achieved on the platform. It lacks nothing performance-wise from the top-trim Morizo spec and avoids all the “high maintenance” items (forged carbon body panel care) or compromises (no rear seats…I have two kids for crying out loud).
I sit here at the end of 2022 having faced and still facing a number of emotional hurdles in my life and Iām stuck thinking about how isolated and divisive many of us have become. I think about the tough times I had both prior to and throughout my divorce and a lot of my struggles had to do with becoming lonely and disconnected. I realize that Iāve slowly receded into my introversion and Iām flooded with a web of thoughts about how did I get to this place and how do I get out?
I see other people in my life struggling with the same questions and same isolation. As we learn to cope with covid; as companies start to encourage a return to the workplace; and as many of us emerge from our bubbles I canāt help but ask, how do we re-learn how to connect? There are a multitude of reasons weāve all become disconnected in the past couple of decades, not just Covid, how do we address those causes, learn from our mistakes, and move forward?
I have so many swirling thoughts on this topic that Iām likely going to have a number of meandering posts just trying to get my own thoughts organized but I wanted to start with the practice of empathy.
Regardless of the many many reasons I find that I and others in my life have become isolated, the biggest thing I see lacking as we foster new relationships, or even deal with old relationships is the lack of temperance and empathy.
Iāve seen so many examples of these traits and skills lacking when Iāve seen people going through tough times. I see an enormous number of mental health and relationship posts on TikTok where the common thread is just a simple lack of people just being there for one another.
What do I mean by a lack of temperance? I mean that in so many emotional or confrontational situations weāre often quick to jump to a reaction before fully understanding what the underlying issue/cause/need is of the other people weāre dealing with. In an age of instant gratification, weāre also in an age of instant reaction. Calling someone a Karen rather than asking if there is are other underlying issues in someoneās life causing agitation. āKarensā instantly assuming ill intent rather than a simple mistake or oversight and flaring up in anger. Instantly trying to solve everyone elseās problems when sometimes that isnāt what they need.
If we all practiced even a little more temperance on both sides, just a few more seconds to be thoughtful about the situation it would give us time to begin to practice empathy. Note that I am using the word empathy rather than sympathy. Rather than explain it, this video does a much better job of it:
Often times when someone opens up about an issue or problem, the last thing they want is for someone to swoop in with sympathy, solutions, or defensiveness. In most cases words of sympathy or a long list of solutions will just come off as condescending, belittling, and/or insincere. Those will slowly push the person in distress away and defense and anger will just do it even faster.
Practicing empathy, being in the emotions and feelings with the person, just letting them know that theyāre heard and validated in how they feel will often times allow the person to move past self doubts and criticisms theyāre already levying on themselves and then move on to coming up with their own solutions and ways to cope. If youāre there with them, and encourage them builds trust and deepens your connection.
The situations I see where this comes up the most are with the most important connections I feel like we try to make throughout our lives: family connections and finding a partner/significant other.
Family connections are an easy set of situations to imagine from a parent child perspective and one we all fall into. Itās a common trope/theme/story – each generation feels a disconnect with their parent/children. As a parent, you spend years trying to raise and guide your children. Early on, with the combination of lack of sleep, childrenās lack of vocabulary and understanding, and the desire to shield our children from the pains of the world we canāt help but end up in the situation of ābecause Iām older, I know better, and I said soā.
There are literal years where we canāt explain why things are done the way they are to our children. There are literal years where they are unable to communicate their feelings. We end up āpracticingā handing out solutions without listening to the other personās perspective. As children get older, this practiced behavior often sticks, leads to rebellious teenage years. Some are lucky and are able to break out of the habit and make meaningful connections before children go off to college and start their own lives. Some arenāt and find themselves only able to connect in their adult lives having gone through similar experiences.
On the receiving end, children get so used to parentās just ordering them around without talking through reasoning, they stop sharing about their own experiences and feelings and the rift can grow.
For those that are not lucky and donāt have good examples of empathy, being vulnerable, and having healthy close familial relationships, this can extend into our dating lives as well as we get older. If we never learned to open up to the people we grew up with, its an uphill battle being able to open and trust another person we met along the way. On the flip side, if we were already well versed in opening up, the person we met may not be. They may take open discussions about negative emotions as a personal attack, or a problem they need to solve like their own parents just handed out solutions to them. Theyāve never seen an example of being supportive in these situations and donāt know how to deal with it.
Everyoneās capacity for empathy will be different and will be shaped by all their experiences throughout their life. Often times the relationships that struggle will be the ones where these levels are drastically different and there is a discomfort and/or fear to be vulnerable and meet in the middle.
If we collectively were to try to be just a little more vulnerable and give each other the benefit of the doubt and try to understand one another we can begin to rebuild connections much more successfully. The next time you see someone that is sad, angry, hurt, or just not feeling their best, try to offer support rather than solutions, or worse, hostility.
A symptom of aiming to please each group that I’ve interacted with in my life was that I have split myself up and spread myself too thin. I’ve generated and worked in multiple personas depending on who I’m around at a given time. As a result I’ve never fully been open with anyone which has ended up as a recipe for being awkward and alone.
My Cambodian family self is separate from my American schooling self. My Martial Artists self is separate from my Video Gamer self. My Computer geek self is separate from my Car geek self. My own family self is separated from my work self. Add on top of that I have an entire very private side of myself that I’ve kept mostly closeted, and I do mean closeted – my orientation.
A big part of the crossroads I’m at is that the family self, the parenting and the maintaining of a household and marriage was a full time 24×7 responsibility. It left very little room for the other pieces and, as I struggled to enjoy those other aspects and interests, I still kept things cordoned off and separated. I burned out and worse I failed at my responsibilities and I failed to commit 100% of myself to my family.
Everything was in their neat little boxes, until the house of cards just came tumbling down. I now ask myself, why did I keep everything in those boxes? Cowardice? Fear of not being accepted or fear of being judged by any one of those groups? Laziness for not putting in the effort to put all of those aspects of myself on the table with everyone I met?
Sure the fear might have made sense in the days when folks still made jokes about “other people” but those times have passed for the most part, despite the social divide that we face today. The laziness is admittedly a character flaw. Perhaps it was pride, in each of the boxes I had one or two things I was really good at, I suck at taking praise, but fear showing weaknesses lest they detract from the accomplishments.
No good reasons at all for spreading myself too thin, so now I’m writing this to try to figure out a path forward. Suck up the effort and put it all on the table. Realize that I need people in my life that care about me no matter what and, if any of it is offputting, then those aren’t the people I need in my life.
So, to lay out the cards good/bad/TMI in order to stop the split and the burnout:
A Cambodian American, the firstborn of my family in this country
A person struggling to be socially and professionally functional with no example, rulebook, or guidance on how to navigate American society and norms from my predecessors.
Emotionally intelligent from all of the experiences of introspection and self-consciousness over the years; if I want to be accepted for my idiosyncrasies, I damn well should be open to accepting and empathizing with those of others.
A brain hardwired for engineering that includes overanalyzing and a need to optimize everything, even things that you just can’t optimize.
An incessant need to improve myself and the things around me, computers, electronics, home renovations, woodworking, martial arts, cars, my view of the world, the list goes on…
…but only able to focus on a few at a time
A person that tries to put others before himself to a detriment.
A person that doesn’t subscribe to one person being better than another as a whole. There may be aspects where one person can be more talented than another, but there are likely just as many aspects where that is reversed.
Anxious in social situations with a reasonable amount of desire to run away
Confident in my individual abilities
A fan of anime and manga stemming from a misguided youth of trying to find anything Asian related for me to make a connection with
Proud that I’m a black belt and ashamed I don’t still actively practice
I haven’t updated this site since 2017 and I doubt any of the content is relevant any more. As such I’m archiving all my old posts and making this more of a personal journal/space for my thoughts. If that sounds interesting to you…I’m sorry, if it doesn’t, feel free to ignore this site going forward.
I am not deleting any old posts, so if you really need any of those old SharePoint nuggets, they are still there, just under the SharePoint nav link above…if you’re still using SharePoint 2013 or older…good luck, it loses life support next year.
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