Fast Cars, Good Times
I’m not a “car guy”-I don’t know a radiator from a carburetor, I’ve never been tempted to trade in my dusty pick-up for a shiny sports car, and I don’t really understand the constant left-turning that is NASCAR. But, like any red-blooded boy from the good ol’ U.S. of A., I grew up with posters of Ferraris and Lamborghinis on my walls, ma stered the arcade games Pole Position and Out Run, and relished that I was a passenger in a Saleen Mustang going 135 miles per hour as “my fastest ride.”
