My brain, for some reason just beyond my comprehension, runs on automobiles. And in having such an encompassing, driving force in my mind means that I often perceive my world through automobiles, and not just with them. There is a way that cars so often carry with them vast pieces of the cultures and times they were created in. Moreover, the way that people live with cars is something that I, at least, find acts like a giant magnet drawing in ideas of a distinct place and time. When I see a car, I see a story, a people, a memory. But that’s a lot of talk; let’s look at some cars.