I love the old cars, total works of art. My favorite, a Volvo P1800. It sat on blocks, rusted, the paint faded to an old, soft powered red. My pony tailed boyfriend brought it to life. I remember driving the winding back roads of Princeton NJ, seeing the macadam through the rusted floor boards. Open fields, changing trees, all the beauty and possibilities of an aging sports car and our wild youth.