Motors
The Garage Is the Point
by Cole Hartigan
A good car whispers. A good bike growls just enough. Either way, the posh motorist knows the machine is not there to be shouted about — it is there to be understood, driven properly, and kept clean by hands that know it.
The new and the loud belong to men still proving something. The quietly perfect — a little older, hand-finished, in a colour no one can name — belongs to the man who stopped needing to prove anything. The destination is a formality; the drive is the whole thing.
