Even the most die-hard car guy can get burnt out, and for me it's sadly been during the summer as you can tell from my recent posts. However, that cold love affair always finds a way of returning, and for me it's the below passage from Atlas Shrugged, which is part of my summer reading.
"Why had she always felt that joyous sense of confidence when looking at machines? - she thought. In these giant shapes, two aspects pertaining to the inhuman were radiantly absent: the causeless and the purposeless. Every part of the motor was an embodied answer to "Why?" and "What for?" - like the steps of a life-course chosen by the sort of mind she worshiped. The motors were a moral code cast in steel."
Few make the connection between literature and mechanics because the former is more based in romance and the latter in harsh objectivism. The common idea is the engineer-minded is a pragmatist, but authors like Ayn Rand and Robert Persig write otherwise. I don't know if I enjoy many things as much as I enjoy a good story written around mechanics and philosophy, and the past two summers have shown that. As I stated before I'm reading Rand's Atlas Shrugged this summer and last year it was Pirsig's Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, which I reference to often.
So between race events, beach days, and evening BBQs make sure you take the time to sit down and read. Yes, the summer is generally for relaxing but remember that idle hands are the devil's workshop, and although I condone a lot of deviant behavior flipping pages does count as work.