More Mope, Motoriginal
Generally speaking, I am not particularly manly. I like catsuits and flouncing around and clothes. I’m in the theater, David Bowie makes me cry, sports makes me want to fall asleep. The only particularly manly thing I am interested in is Girls. Sorry, let me amend that- Girls and Old Muscle Cars.
I don’t know what snapped in the auto industry in 1980, but they stopped making truly beautiful cars (With the exception of the 80’s Trans-Am, which will forever seize my heart with Hasslehoff Hands). Most of the 20 years before that were filled with the most gorgeous vehicles ever to hit the road. My soft spot is mostly for Chargers, Roadrunners, Corvettes, and Camaros. I still don’t know what it is about them that makes me shake, but I think it has something to do with a marriage of flash and masculinity. Driving a ‘71 barracuda is essentially the vehicular equivalent of an impeccably well-cut suit and white oxfords. I know I’m a poser because I’ve never driven one, but I’m literally begging to.
