If you’re on this site, chances are you love driving. But that doesn’t mean you obsess over your car, buffing it every five seconds and spending your weekends working on it until every part of it glistens and gleams (and you’re left looking like you’ve leopard-crawled through an oil field).
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Those people do, of course, exist. You’ll see them at Concours d’Elegance events around the world, most likely lusting over the original leather trim one of their rivals has managed to get their hands on, or some such nonsense.
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