I've never been a car-guy (indeed, I'm still not sure how an automobile works), but when Bruce romanticizes cars in his songs, it makes a brother wanna hang out around a garage or, at the very least, go to Pep Boys. The man's a ****ing poet who, as Susannah pointed out, knows how to make the mundane epic. He takes small moments in the lives of the working class and reveals them for what they are: unsung miracles.