I’VE been reflecting a lot on my car life lately, thinking about vehicular loves lost and those still strong, and gently pondering the cases where I may have got it all wrong – the times where the continual evolution of a project somehow made it less fun to use.
You know the deal: you wind up with a $40K engine you’re too scared to lean on for fear of failure, or a $20K paintjob that seems merely to be a magnet for wayward fools to scratch. Depending on your point of view, those figures will feel either light-on or way over
