There was a time when we made cars. Real cars. Cars with style.
Cars with curves, fins, and steel. Cars that didn’t say we cared about some cause
or that we were conscious of some environmental problem. Cars that said that
we were artists, steelworkers, working class folk, proud of our accomplishments
and our country. While those cars wouldn’t work in todays world, I’m forever thankful
for those days and the beauty and power they produced. I’m also thankful for those
who preserve and restore them for the rest of us to admire.
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