1989 GMC 3500

“It’s just a car!” We’ve all heard it before. Usually in reference to our seemingly overzealous passion for a rusted out hunk of metal. Or in response to our reaction to a parking lot door ding from a careless commuter. For some, it’s the smell of freshly popped popcorn, a roasted turkey, or an old favorite song. For us, it’s the smell of 110 octane fuel, the sound of a 454 big block ‘Vette loping at idle, or the whine of a supercharger. Or perhaps even a cloud from some freshly burnt Lucas Industries electrical components.