Hi! I am Cori – Noah’s partner. We thought it might be fun to switch things up and share what it’s like loving a car guy! It’s fair to say, when Noah and I met, I didn’t know ANYTHING about cars. More than that, I didn’t want to know anything about cars. I mean, I drove them, they got me where I needed to go, but it wasn’t for pleasure. Little did I know then, how much I would come to both love and hate cars.

I knew Noah and I spoke different car languages when we met for the first time. Noah and I met online through a dating website for single parents. We both were trying to manage single parenthood as full time custodial parents, work, and find time to grow our relationship. We finally decided to meet in person for a lunch date, but I needed to meet at his apartment during nap time, because he didn’t have child care. I am terrible with direction, actually it’s worse than terrible. Noah needed to give me good directions because he lived in a large complex. He told me I would know I was in the right place because I would see a cool muscle car in front of his dwelling. What do you think of when you think muscle car? Well, my little knowledge instantly thought of the usual suspects. Camaro, Chargers, or Mustangs…what I saw eventually was a baby blue four door HUGE car with some dings and dents. Not a muscle car, not even close. I almost ran. I wasn’t dating him because he had a muscle car, but this was the first clue that we didn’t see eye to eye and I was worried if that was his idea of a “muscle car”, where else might see things so differently.

A few weeks in, we were able to go on a midnight drive in this muscle car. There was something magical. It sounded amazing, it had a beautiful bench seat, and the original stereo. We turned the radio on, and started singing with the windows down, and got lost in the moment. So lost that Noah actually drove home on the wrong side of the road for a brief second… because we were totally captivated in this moment. After that, every time we stopped for fuel we’d get so many compliments. It’s when I learned that loving cars is more about the passion and sound and comradery than it is about the car. Because of that I learned to love cars, because I loved this person who loved cars with such a passion that he can’t not talk cars. It isn’t in his DNA. We actually still have this car. This car is weaved through our life and it tells our story. Noah sold it, so he could afford to buy me an engagement ring. A few years later, we found the owners – and I bought it back for Valentine’s Day. Noah’s written about Horton before; if you want to learn more about our muscle car check out this blog.

Since then, we’ve owned what feels like a million cars. We’ve had a mini van, Land Rover, Buick, Mercury, Audi TT, Quattro, A6. We’ve had a Mitsubishi Eclipse that we changed the timing belt together…that was not easy, an old Ford truck that couldn’t hold fuel..(We don’t talk about that one!). Now I drive a BMW X1 i28 and I’m sure you’ve seen Noah’s car. Finally, I understand. The cars we drive are an extension of who we are. Some cars are refined and dignified. Some are loud and go balls out. Some are stealthy and strong.  I thought, I was going to be writing a blog about loving a car guy, but instead I wrote about a car guy teaching me to love cars. -Cori