from Virginia Woolf:
What I like, or one of the things I like, about motoring is the sense it gives one of lighting accidentally...upon scenes which would have gone on, have always gone on, will go on, unrecorded, save for this chance glimpse. Then it seems to me I am allowed to see the heart of the world uncovered for a moment.
This big, beautiful, brown 1988 Chevrolet Caprice was driven by 3 generations of my family. I was it's second adoring driver.