I'll admit, I'm strange. I take thorough enjoyment out of doing monotonous tasks, such as polishing my speedster or cutting my grass. I use those opportunities to light a cigar and let my mind drift. Some do yoga or meditation, I polish my cars, cut grass, trim trees and weed. With our stressful work schedules, I take solace in those moments.
The speedster is wonderful to polish due to its flowing lines. I'll be the first to admit I'm fanatical with OCD, but I love seeing the light highlight certain body panels and enjoy watching the reflections bend along the curves.
My speedster has had so much treatment done to its paint on a routine basis that a baby's butt feels like sandpaper next to it.
THAT SAID......I do crave for a driver-quality classic as well. One that I can park on the street or parking lot and never have to look back. When I go out to eat in the green speedster, I make certain I'm seated with an unobstructed view of the car.