The Gearhead’s Diary

  🔥 More Than Metal: How Cars Became My Sanctuary, My Passion, and My Purpose If someone told me at 16 that I'd one day feel a stronger emotional connection to a car than most people — I wouldn’t laugh. I’d nod, because I knew it even then. My obsession with cars didn’t start in a garage or behind the wheel. It started in my soul . I can’t even describe the exact moment, but I remember being 16 or 17 and watching an older Corolla slide around a corner, slightly lowered, custom exhaust, and headlights glowing like sharp eyes in the dusk. That was it. My moment of no return. If it’s possible to fall in love with an object, then that object — for me — is a car . 🚗 The Car That Made My Heart Race There are many incredible cars out there, but none quite like the Dodge Challenger Hellcat . The first time I saw it, I was frozen. The look — aggressive and confident. The sound — monstrous, raw, untamed. And those headlights? Like eyes that stare straight into your soul. But...

  🔥 Why Modified Corollas Are the Heartbeat of Kenya’s Car Culture If you’ve ever stood by the roadside and watched a Toyota Corolla 100 or 110 roll by — lowered, roaring, with wide tires and smoked taillights — then you already know: This isn’t just a car. It’s a statement. A vibe. A lifestyle. In Kenya, modified Corollas are everywhere , and for good reason. They’ve become the people’s project — a canvas for creativity and a beast on the streets. 🚘 The Corolla Obsession Ask any real gearhead what they started with, and there’s a high chance the answer will be: “A 110. Or a DX.” Why? Because they’re: Affordable (at first 😅) Easy to work on Insanely customizable And built with enough soul to make any car lover fall hard These cars have become the heart and soul of mod culture here. Whether it's a slammed body, a turbocharged engine swap, custom exhausts, or even a fresh graffiti wrap from Moha Grafix — the possibilities are endless. ...

 The Passion That Fuels Everything I Do If you know, you know. There are people who see cars as a tool — just metal and rubber made to move. But for me, it’s so much more than that. Cars are emotion. They’re escape. They’re therapy. They’re identity. And if it's possible to fall in love with an object, then I’ve already given my heart away. Not just once — but again and again. --- 🐍 It Started with a Hellcat The first time I saw a Dodge Challenger Hellcat, something in me clicked. It wasn’t just the look — although that wide-body stance and those eye-like headlights could stop time. It was the sound. The growl. The attitude. That car didn’t just roll down the road — it owned it. And I knew then that this obsession was deeper than I could explain. I haven’t owned a Hellcat yet. Not yet. But the dream lives on. --- 🚘 Meanwhile, Toyota Has My Heart Right now, I’m neck-deep in my love affair with Toyota Corollas — especially the older models like the 100 and 110. Those cars? They...

 There’s something about cars that words can barely capture. It’s not just the engine roar or the sleek curves — it’s the way a car makes you feel. For some, a car is just a machine. For me? It’s emotion, expression, and obsession. I’ve always believed that if it’s possible to fall in love with an object, then a car is that object. The sound of a cold start, the smell of new leather seats, the way sunlight dances on a freshly waxed hood — it’s a love affair. Unapologetic. Unshaken. Some people hang posters of celebrities. I grew up hanging posters of Ferraris, Subarus, and classic Mercedes Benzes. While others talked about dream houses, I talked about dream garages. While some collected shoes, I collected Hot Wheels. That obsession never left. I don’t just like cars — I study them. I notice them. I respect them. The silent hum of an electric vehicle. The turbo whistle in a tuned JDM. The rumble of an old V8. Each one tells a different story. And every story deserves to be shared. -...