hen I was a kid, cars always seemed to be more than just four-wheeled conveyances. Even the most mundane family four-door seemed to have style and substance. By the time I was eight I could identify almost every car on the road. Today, barring a few exceptions, I’m hard pressed to tell one from another and it doesn’t matter whether it’s a run-of-the mill crossover
All the same
Aug 16, 2022
2 minutes
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