The community where I live are not my people.

I love the weather. I love my little house. I love my reasonably sized shed. I love that I am within an hour of gorgeous beaches, crystal clear creeks, luscious rainforests, moist waterfalls and the Great Barrier Reef.
I don’t love that the people here think this Camry is ok. If you ask my neighbour what car she has she says the silver one. She doesn’t even know it is a Toyota. Or that the spare needs changing. Or that the front guard is suffering. Or that cars should sleep inside. Or that they need washing with something more than rainfall.
On the upside almost every house is for sale so I can hope that one day soon car loving people will move to town.
Imagine a community of automotive addicts who lobby for and get great roads. Who don’t complain about loud cars. Who stay up late visiting each other’s shed to help out on a build. Who talk cars instead of football over the back fence. Where all of the driveways are designed for low cars.
A girl can dream.
Do you live in a car loving community? If so please tell me all about it.