Nothing gets my heart pumping as quickly as a sharp, crisp whine coming from a rapidly firing engine. The sharp punch of gasoline, the scream of rubber on road, the coaxing call of a new interior, the shine of fresh-from-the-factory windows all make the car world a haven.
Recently Chicago hosted the 100th year Auto Show (not annual mind you, as they took a break during WWII) and i had the joy, yea the honor, of attending the event.
How one building can hold such joys and delights is beyond imagination! The gleam of new aluminum, the groovy new spins on age old concepts, the age old concepts lurking in the undercarriage of every piece.
It's love.
True love.
One of the oldest cars ever made. I think my bike has bigger tires...
The Viper. A classy slice of ShaZAAM!
The Camero. Ready to run the roads again. They call this one the Bumblebee. Whatever.
The HOT Challenger! In stunning hemi orange. Sigh...
Recently Chicago hosted the 100th year Auto Show (not annual mind you, as they took a break during WWII) and i had the joy, yea the honor, of attending the event.
How one building can hold such joys and delights is beyond imagination! The gleam of new aluminum, the groovy new spins on age old concepts, the age old concepts lurking in the undercarriage of every piece.
It's love.
True love.
One of the oldest cars ever made. I think my bike has bigger tires...
The Viper. A classy slice of ShaZAAM!
The Camero. Ready to run the roads again. They call this one the Bumblebee. Whatever.
The HOT Challenger! In stunning hemi orange. Sigh...
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