Past

Heaven. The collection of classic automobiles was every man's wet dream. My mind could barely comprehend the millions of dollars in horsepower within the tall walls of the massive garage. Monroe walked me through the tiled floor, giving me tidbits of background about each vehicle while I tried to keep my drool in check. Yes, I said tiled and there wasn't a speck of dust or dirt on the shiny white surface.

The only non-vintage vehicle that drew my attention was a ...