There’s a motif in Texas that your car is a part of yourself—it’s a coming of age. Where you learn what you’re made of.
It’s a sturdy sort of empathy, the kind that makes things happen—whether it’s after the loss of a sports team, or before three hours of traffic, or when the waters are rising.
What kind of story would you like to write?
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