Growing up in Maine, there weren’t a lot of nice cars around. This was mainly because nobody had any money, but the dearth of zesty machinery was also a function of Yankee *cultural mores, which dictate that a non-rusty Volvo 240 is the outer boundary of vehicular flamboyance. Put it this way: I still remember […]
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Taking a BMW i8 to My High School Reunion, Or: Flashing Back to a Bimmer Past
