Motorism appeals to lovers of cars and motorcycles, and perhaps any transportation device. The freedom afforded humanity by mechanized travel has also transformed its consciousness and culture. Motorists are great aligned with Nomadism, travel and general Hedonism. Many Motorists are fans of customizing their vehicles and learning how to fix and maintain them. The lifestyle of the Motorist can sometimes seem a bit like that of an outlaw, but appearances aside, the true Motorist is always courteous and considerate. The underlying philosophy of the Motorist religion is that movement and self-reliance are fundamental to spiritual happiness.
It’s no wonder that the original word for travel was from the same root as that for suffering, or travail. Travel used to be a dangerous and difficult process. However, with the advent of the “horseless chariots” of the industrial age, travel became a great pleasure and allowed people to see far beyond their immediate geographical boundaries. This transformed human culture in a way that is often taken for granted. Without the car, train, bus or motorcycle, we’d still be living in isolated little villages believing that they were each the center of the universe. Motorism thus acted not only as extensions of our feet, but also our minds, expanding both our physical and spiritual reach.
Motorists are like Cyclists in many ways — their preferred spiritual pastime is driving around and exploring. They also evince an appreciation for aesthetics found among Artists, maintaining, collecting and customizing their machines with craftsmanship and care. Traveling in groups (especially in the motorcyclist sect) can be seen as a form of communal spiritual assembly akin to going to church.
The way I drive, the way I handle a car, is an expression of my inner feelings.
— Lewis Hamilton
The fact is I don’t drive just to get from A to B. I enjoy feeling the car’s reactions, becoming part of it.
— Enzo Ferrari
The car has become a secular sanctuary for the individual, his shrine to the self, his mobile Walden Pond.
— Edward McDonagh