I was the lone heretic, except for the weird kid who loved Saabs, and I'd secretly sneak into the garage after school to sit in the Beetle and shift the gears and saw the wheel back and forth. I studied … It's at that point when cars go from overgrown toys, representations of abstract grown-up objects, to real things in and of themselves – the possibility, however faint, of driving and loving and living with your own car. Moving … I was used to cars with strange engine locations. …
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Growing Up With A 1977 Lancia Scorpion – Jalopnik
