Chrome caught the light the second I walked in, and I remember thinking I’d just take a quick look around. That plan didn’t last long.
Within minutes, I was drifting from one car to the next, completely pulled in by the stories sitting on four wheels. Some made me think of old road movies, others of family road trips I’d only seen in photo albums.
What struck me most was how personal the experience felt; less like a formal museum, more like walking into someone’s lifelong passion project. I slowed down, studying hood ornaments, worn steering wheels, and design details you rarely see anymore…