Wasn’t looking for swagger in particular but look what we have here.

The show is about cars. But what if I told you it wasn’t? It never really was. It almost never is. What happens when you put cars together without any humans admiring them? Do the cars look at each other and compare each other? Do they gab over the amount of hours, dollars, beads of sweat, or blood put into their bodies? The uniqueness of cars stems from the identities of the drivers. The car is just a medium.

On a vital day for the books of American history, Mother Nature cradles the humans on Earth, and says, “brace yourself for the winds of change”. Tension between humans of the same land rise, and a decision is made. The trees danced. They shook hands. They shed off dead branches hanging on by a thread. They shook their seeds into the gust that shook the walls and windows. Omens for a storm lying on the horizon.