My love for fine vintage cars started when I was young. Growing up around them, I suppose that was inevitable. We had all kinds over the years, from the behemoth 1964 Pontiac Tempest to the adrenaline-pumping 1987 Trans-Am, and the MG Midget (true to its name).
We would enter some of them in car shows and constantly spend time at these events on the weekends. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend my Saturday any other way. As a kid, I loved American classics like the GTO, the Mustang, and the Chevelle. But now that I’m older, my palate has changed—there’s a certain understated beauty in classic European cars that I’ve grown fond of.
Nick Lindquist 