The Automotive Philosopher

Aaron Warren

Aaron Warren
Location
Chicago, Illinois, USA
Birthday
June 07
Bio
My fascination with automobiles and just about everything mechanical started, I think, when a small cluster of cells developed somewhere in the first trimester of my existence. I have always been a fanatic. I am, however, not what one would call a gearhead – but a connoisseur, an automotive philosopher. I look at automobiles the way an art critic looks at the creation of a new talent, the way a vinter critiques a new wine, or the way an antiquarian sums up a piece or fine rare furniture. An automobile, to me, is more than the sum of its mechanical parts. It is an exercise in rolling art. Art so complex that it captivates every sense. So, here I find myself in my first “pleasure” writing format looking to share my insight, opinions, emotions, and knowledge on the subject. I am a, person who revels in being able to work on my own vehicle as well. To me a grease monkey is one which messes about with cars, usually doing more harm than good. I think of myself as more of a surgeon or technician in this regard. Precision requires, well, precision. I have spent the better part of my professional career in the automotive industry in a sales, training, and development capacity. I have an intimate understanding of this industry; its triumphs and shortcomings along with the products that are the result. On a personal level, I am obsessive about the car culture. Every venture I take out into the world is a hunt for a rare glimpse of obscure chrome, or an unidentified engine note. To me, driving is a sort of Zen like experience melding man and machine. The feel of an automobile as it moves and responds to your inputs can make or break one’s experience with a vehicle. Some of the most beautiful cars in the world are absolutely atrocious to actually drive. Harsh, fragile, monstrous beasts that are near impossible to control and civil. The thorns of the rose, if you will. Oh, how I love them so! I read auto industry statistics the way some read the sports page. I visit local dealers to examine new cars the way one examines a vintage comic book. I am the guy in his garage, in a lab-coat, nonetheless, cleaning his engine, and listening to the valvetrain with a stethoscope. I can diagnose most engine issues purely by sound, and can identify most cars by the sounds of their engines. I look at the valve cover of the Jaguar XK engine with the reverence of a religious icon and the intake of a Chevrolet 350 as though it were Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa. I am a student of all things automotive… So, come along with me on my adventure through this world of automobiles, automobile culture, business, enthusiasm, and philosophy!

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SEPTEMBER 2, 2009 12:33AM

The End of an Era

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 Pearly Gate

My first very first blog posting, ever, was a dedication to my Great Uncle, Gregory “Skunkle” Cenzer, the single largest influence in my life and the spark which ignited my passion for automobiles. Entitled the Great Skunkle, my post introduced you to this legendary character. This posting resulted in some wonderful comments and a general embrace of the spirit of Skunkle.

Well, it is with a VERY heavy heart that I must report that my Great Aunt, and Skunkle’s wife of nearly 50 years, Rita “Teetah” Cenzer, too has passed.  

When Skunkle had succomb to his respiratory malady, and had gone to the big race track in the sky, Teetah was partly relieved that his ordeal was over. He didn’t deserve the suffering. Once reality had set in that he was really gone, her demeanor reflected the extent of her loneliness. Nearly 3 months to the day, she left this world to go be with Skunkle and all the others who have gone before us. She died of a broken heart... 

Teetah and Skunkle were as matched of a pair as could be had, and her impact on my own life, no less profound. Though she tolerated Skunkle’s automotive and hobby pursuits, she was an avid lover of sports, the arts, and reading. Her knowledge of sports, for a woman of her age was prolific, and impressive. She had an appreciation for the finer things in life, and was responsible for introducing me to the world of fine cheeses! What a legacy! She had a very gentle, but matter of fact nature about things. Something that is rare in this age of P.C. jargon, and beating around the bush. If she thought you were full of B.S. she would tell you, and tell you why! Her sense of humor was of the dry variety, and her laugh something I will never forget! Often betraying her prim and proper façade, she would come up with some of the best one liners, ever! Humor and laughter was something of a staple in their home… 

During my time at their home in the Detroit suburbs, we spent a great many night sitting in the living room discussing our recent  good reads. She ALWAYS had a book in her lap, and her reading spanned so many genres and formats that It’s difficult for me to think back on what her favorites really were.  

Teetah was famous for her cooking as well. She was the provider of the white bean (Great northern beans) casserole, and chocolate chip cookies, amongst other things at family gatherings! Something that I will really miss... I have her recipes, but they’re just not the same when they come from my kitchen. We spent many hours in her kitchen concocting a great many dishes as I was growing up. Any time I turn on a stove, grasp the handle of a pan or fine piece of cutlery, I’ll be thinking of her!  

Teetah and Skunkle have left behind one Son, Matthew, and his  wife Michele, Skunkle’s siblings, Karolyn, and Peter, Teetah’s Brother, my Uncle David and his wife, my Aunt Laurie, and their two boys, Brian and Steven - her Sister, my Grandmother, Victoria, her Son, my Dad, Michael, and Me.  

With these two legendary souls reunited in the great beyond, this bit world of ours is a little bit colder. However, the seemingly infinite expanse of fond memories of my time with them will help to keep things warm! Cheers, Teetah and Skunkle, save me a good spot at the table up there! We’ll be thinking ofyou, always...

 

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Aaron, I am truly so sorry to hear of this additional sorrow you and your family have to endure. Once the pain subsides, you'll find comfort in their lives and the memories you'll hold forever. My heartfelt condolences.
My condolences. Aunties are great. I have fond memories of some great-aunts that are no longer with us.
You seem to have inherited her gentle, matter-of-fact nature, as reflected in this writing. Condolences.