Achieve car/human compatibility
We have a passion/love/quixotic obsession to cars and their relationships with their humans. Vice versa, any which way you cut it. Cars and people, people and cars. We’ve been noticing for years that some people just mesh with their autos. In style, tone, color, vintage—everything.
Like the well-dressed-dyed-black-hair (bobbed) leopard-print bag-toting older gentlewoman driving the cherry, aqua blue, late-70s (boy, she was fast—didn’t get the year, loved the bag!) Porsche 911 on 5th Street the other day. Everything worked. Life was in-sync. The world should have stopped somehow and put her on film on a billboard in the mall.
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