Why?

For a Sunday morning that starts with a slight blip of the throttle to hear a throaty cold start, a flat-six echoing off dry stone walls, or the tinkling of the exhaust after a particularly spirited drive, not a softly humming EV on a charger with fake exhaust notes half heartedly piped into your speakers. The cars from the 90s and early 2000s especially speak to me. They remind me of an era that was both exciting and imperfect, full of personality and promise.