For me it started with the wooden steering wheel. Something about that lacquer, smooth and grippy at the same time. It dug up old memories of a pool cue, from this time I was just out adolescence, hanging with my friends at a grown-up bar, trying to get some girl’s attention. That’s what it does. It feels like the best part of a bygone era, like pure nostalgia and positivity.
“Driving A Perfectly Restored BMW 2002 Is Like Living In A Dream” as posted on Jalopnik, 02/25/16