RUSTY'S GOING TO BE TWO FACED.
SELECT YOUR SIDE OR LOVE THEM BOTH.
We love cars. We love all of them. We are passionate about the waving lines of an Italian coupé, the precision of a 300SL's dashboard, the durability of a Land Rover Series I and the practicality of a Fiat 500.
But our jaws also drop down when we see a groundscraping hot-rod rolling by with the exhausts in flames, when we look at a bouncing low rider, or at the wheelarches of a bosozoku-style Toyota Crown.
But how can all of this live together? Easily. You don't need to decide whether you eat the chips or the burger. You can go for both. All of us want the same. To spend some petrol-filled time with crazy people like us.
For our fathers, who are keeping their BMW 2002s in the garage for forty years with intention to give it to their grandsons when they get the license. For those who get dressed as their grandparents at Goodwood Revival and who are taking black and white pictures of WWII warplanes. And for you. Because old cars will never go out of fashion, and there's much more about them to discover than you think.
For the spiritual descendants of those veterans who put a V8 engine in a rusty Ford and raced them in the desert. For those who competed from café to café in an overpowered motorbike. And for those with the pin-stripe tattoos, who love the smell of unnecessarily burned petrol and tyres, and the sound of scraping metal. And for you again. Because you know - as some wise man said before - life is too short for boring cars.