The problem with loving machinery is twofold. First, machinery cannot love you back. No car or airplane will ever crawl into bed with you at night, nor will it send you a really nice card on your birthday. Second, machines cost money. This is not so much a problem if you are Bill Gates and you want a Porsche 959. It is more of an issue if you are Bill Gates' gardener and you want a Porsche 959. As with people, some affections are destined to be unrequited.
What, then, to make of our dreams? The answer is easy — love them for what they are, and keep dreaming. To that end, we have gathered a few of our favorite things. Some we've experienced, some we haven't. But all are worthy of our affection, and yours. This is the kind of stuff that keeps us up nights. It's what makes the life mechanical worth living, but more important, it's what Wired is all about: The intersection of tech and emotion, speed and seduction.
You're going to disagree with us. That's fine. This is our list. Tell us what's on yours and we'll compile another one.
There are cars, and then there are muscle cars.
The genre is filled with throwbacks, outdated shapes that pluck your heartstrings but don't make much sense for modern life. Most of these machines — chiefly, the Chevrolet Camaro and the Dodge Challenger — are too big, too fat and too thirsty. They recall much-loved bygone eras without reminding us why we liked them in the first place.
This is the exception. The Mustang Boss 302 is Ford swinging for the fences, updating its live-axle Mustang into a beast to be reckoned with. It's loud. It looks obnoxious. Its name references the Boss 302 Mustangs of the late 1960s and early 1970s, track-racing specials that were deeply flawed but still enormously cool.
The '12 Boss isn't flawed. It's a nice, well-rounded performance car. It makes you feel things deep in your gut, even if you're not a muscle-car nerd. It cranks out performance numbers similar to those of a BMW M3 or Mercedes-Benz C63 but at half the price. The point here is the benchmark: This is what a raw, simple and utterly charming car feels like. We can't forget.
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