You're going to need some shades to view this HOT street rod.
Drive one of these delicately balanced mechanical systems comprising hundreds if not thousands of parts, all tuned to work together in harmony, and you know the car has soul and character.
I briefly drove a Cadillac Eldorado convertible when I was 16, maybe 17, fresh out of Driver's Ed. I don't even remember the color of the car almost fifty years later, but I still remember the ride.
She was smooth as silk with a frame that carried her full-figured body with the grace and confidence of a runway model. Don't we love anthropomorphizing our cars! Whitewall tires were the classic reminder the luxury ride promised. She demanded your full attention when out and about, but in return, she gave heart and soul. Driving around town, I felt one with that car; I had to be, or risk life and limb. Maybe it was simply my newfound freedom that left such an indelible impression.
My 2014 Ford C-Max has a heart, as in battery, but no soul; no rumbling or unadulterated power under the hood to get my motor racing, much less the vehicle's. No hand crafted touches to offer substance. My C-Max is a hybrid inherited from my father. If not for the green little car that lights up on the dash when she's ready to roll, you'd think the car was in park. Suffice it to say, there is no emotional bond between me and my car. Then again, I lack the required testosterone.
It's true. If there's anything a classic car show confirms, it's that guys go all ga ga when it comes to their cars. I go to the grocery or to the hair dresser's or to lunch with the girls when it comes to my car, although that's not to say I don't appreciate a fine-tuned hot rod dressed to impress. There was plenty of that to go around several months ago at Cantigny's 10th annual Car Show in Wheaton, Illinois, a suburb northwest Chicago.
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