Especially the early cars, where you’d give Nakai a few days in your garage with a fridge full of Stella and a carton of cigarettes and he’d work non-stop until you wound up with rear fenders that went into the next timezone and maybe a wing on top of a wing on top of a wing.

Also Singers are for people who don’t think that it’s wanky as fuck that the Porsche enthusiast magazine is called “Excellence”. They’re for people who respond to you bringing up Tatra and/or Hans Ledwinka with “well, actually...”