Because in a world of autopilot cars and traffic apps, this event is a glorious middle finger to efficiency. It’s slow, messy, and human. It shows that a broken car can be more fun than a perfect one.
You don’t have to own a vintage car to appreciate this. You just have to remember the last time you fixed something yourself—or tried. That bruised thumb? That’s the same spirit.
Next November, sneak a peek at the news. You’ll see a grainy video of a yellow car farting blue smoke up a hill. And you’ll smile because you now know: that’s not a breakdown. That’s a victory lap for the human heart.
