One summer evening we took a leisurely drive into the country about an hour away from our suburban home and happened upon some rural gentry proudly displaying their shiny old cars to one another and the public in a grocery store parking lot. About 25 cars were neatly parked in rows and the proud male owners were seated in plastic lawn chairs by squeaky clean fenders. To sweeten the evening, music was blaring in the background from a souped-up radio with huge speakers.