Life's too short to drive boring cars
I love cars. I know that's a pretty normal thing for a 21st Century American male. If you were going to make a stereotype list of things guys my age are enthusiastic about, cars would be in the Top 10 - maybe Top 5, below his family but above pizza. I'm that guy (although pizza is probably right behind cars on my list and both are ahead of football.) I've been a car guy about as long as I've been upright. My parents tell a story about my first complete sentence. We were on a trip to Oregon in 1966 when I was about two years old. I'd been looking out the back window of my Dad's 1955 Cadillac all day (this is before car seats and seat belts, so there was nothing keeping me from standing) when I suddenly piped up with "Daddy - I see a car!" Like many boys, I had an extensive collection of Hot Wheels that I played with whenever I couldn't play with my friends - and sometimes when I could. When I was 15, my parents got me a year's subscription t...