I have no idea what it is like in other countries, but Americans draw a connection between having a vehicle of their choice and freedom.
Having a big, burly, speed machine and being able to tear about in it free from too many restrictions just feels right. It feels like a birthright.
Put the top down, jump on the throttle, feel the wind in your hair and the sun on your face, listen to the sound of that throaty exhaust killing small animals behind you. Oh yeah! That's living.
Having a big, burly, speed machine and being able to tear about in it free from too many restrictions just feels right. It feels like a birthright.
Put the top down, jump on the throttle, feel the wind in your hair and the sun on your face, listen to the sound of that throaty exhaust killing small animals behind you. Oh yeah! That's living.