Yesterday I ended up behind a modern Dodge Challenger at a stoplight.

(More or less like this one, except white and red instead of gray and black.)  And it made me (jokingly) wonder whether love of cars could be genetic?  I don’t know remotely as much about cars as my mom does (and her dad was a mechanical engineer who designed car parts for a living.)  But there’s just something about that sound that is irresistibly exciting.

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