So I tip my hat and raise a glass for the rare breed that is the car lover. No one but us gear heads understand the bond between the human driver and that hunk of metal propelling you to your next destination. To that driver in all of us... you have not been forgotten. That never ending Point A to Point B voyage may constantly gain more and more lost souls to the "it's just a stupid car" movement; But this father, this husband, this GROCERY GETTER will never forget....The tingle in my spine when I turn the ignition, the skipped heartbeat when the turbo kicks in and the torque shoves me to the back of my seat, the evil laughter of my all wheel drive towards the heavens when bad weather attempts to stop me, and most of all...I wont forget what is inherently earned by every single person out there that thinks of a car more than just a transportation means: the driver's shrine.Whether you drive that bone stock minivan because of your family needs or that intimidating SRT Viper that thinks it can take out a jet plane...You are not a cargo hauler, you are a driver... and your shrine is your car's cockpit. That road in front of you... it's cracks, pot-holes, blind curves, and all the dangers of the asphalt are successfully tamed daily because you and your family needed to be somewhere. So dont just drive to Point A to Point B. Be that driver and car enthusiast that your machine deserves.