A cool fall breeze was blowing, the sky was overcast and ambient light bounced beautifully off the polished chrome accents of the Corvette in front of me - fire engine red with a checkered flag emblem on the back. She was gorgeous. I wished I could call her mine.
There's just something about classic cars that gets me every time - the leather, the chrome, the high-polished paint, the whitewall tires. Each one is a work of art.
