You will never be a rock god or drumming GOAT like Rush’s Neil Peart, but you can buy his 2004 BMW R1200 GS, you know, if you’re a Working Man. Who needs a Red Barchetta when a great motorcycle like ...
The cars I recall most fondly were neither the prettiest nor the quickest. Certainly not the most expensive. They were machines that emerged willfully peculiar and intractably idiosyncratic.