Cars.

Like a lot of men, I've had a lifelong love affair with cars and driving; when I was sixteen, just about all I cared about was getting my drivers license and buying my first car. I knew all the makes and models, all the options and engine sizes, and all about how they worked and how to fix them (they were a lot simpler in 1968). I guess I've owned about fifteen regular cars, three sports cars, two trucks, and three motorcycles, and driven seven hundred thousand miles.

But that love for cars is not why I go to the annual car show just a quarter mile from our house. I go because they're beautiful.