My Dad recently bought a new car, it's a 1915 Model T, 100 years old this year! It's been kind of updated in ways that I can't explain and it was used previously for uphill racing or something.
I think it's pretty.
Gus loves this little car and he thinks that it's his (bottom left corner, in case you didn't notice) He barks at it, bites the wheels runs under it. Then he comes inside and sleeps for hours.
Brass and wood steering wheel. And it drives totally different from modern cars.
I don't understand how, but it's pretty.
Gus looking on while I take photos of his car
Even Harlow was mildly interested.