I dated a boy once who thought he was a man. He had an old classic car. He worked at the local pizza place and let me drive it once in the parking lot after work. He eventually traded me in for an older girl with a faster car, or maybe that was a faster girl with an older car. Men and boys and cars.
Car culture evolved from a project I began on the Etown Racers, a car gang from my hometown. Most of whom I have known since kindergarten. I have spent weekends cruising alleys and garages, even one day being picked up at my mom’s house by one of the Etown racers. Maybe that’s what it is about old fast cars; you can step back in time to a past life when cute boys picked you up at your mom’s house and life was not so complicated and gas was a whole lot cheaper.