I miss them too—the revving monsters. The cars that shook coins in your pocket and made streetlights look like dripping mercury. Friday nights once smelled like hot rubber and possibility, and the throttle was a plot device. Need for Speed bleached our retinas; Fast & Furious taught engines to speak in subtitles; TAXI carved Paris into yellow lightning. Those films weren’t about transportation. They were about the physics of desire … Read the rest
