Memories on Wheels | The Golden Age of Komatsu Cars in Japan

🎈 Preparations Before the Trip I remember that early morning, sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains, shining on my face. I rubbed my sleepy eyes, realizing that this would be an extraordinary day. I got up early and started preparing for my trip. I checked the Ctrip guide to confirm the museum's opening hours, then began packing my backpack, camera, notebook, and a heart full of anticipation. Although 70% of the cars here are local Japanese cars, I was still a bit surprised to see the cars that Deng Xiaoping and Mao Zedong had ridden in. The variety of cars here is much greater than that of the Ikaho Museum in Gunma. Friends who love 🚗 can come and take a look. 🚗 Arrival and First Impressions The train slowly pulled out of the station, and I looked at the scenery outside the window, feeling both excited and nervous. After arriving at Awazu Station, I took a taxi. The driver, speaking in thickly accented Japanese English, chatted with me. Although there were some communication barriers, his enthusiasm made me feel warm. Soon, we arrived at the museum. Standing in front of the brick building, I felt a surge of inexplicable emotion. 🏎️ Exploring the Museum I pushed open the museum door, as if traveling through time. I saw those vintage cars, quietly parked there, each one seemingly telling its own story. I approached a 1920s Ford Model T, fascinated by its shiny body and retro lines. I imagined its former owner and how it raced through that era. 📸 Interactive Experience In the interactive experience area, I sat in a simulated driver's seat, hands on the steering wheel, with an open road ahead of me. I pressed the accelerator, feeling the thrill of speed, as if I were really racing on the highways of that era. I also went to the commemorative photo area, donned a vintage racing suit, struck a few cool poses, and took unforgettable photos. When I left the museum, it was already getting dark. I looked back at the building, filled with emotion. This trip gave me a deep appreciation for the charm of car culture. They are not just means of transportation but witnesses to history.