Saw a young man - maybe early 20s - in a Starbucks the other day.
He was wearing a Camaro bomber jacket.
OK, it was about 20 percent jacket and 80 percent badges.
He had 'Camaro' on there.
Crossed flags - although that's more a Corvette thing.
It was just drenched in badges.
He got his coffee and headed outside.
I assumed I'd see him fishtailing out of the parking lot in his iconic Amurrican muscle car.
He stepped into a Corolla - a beige Corolla - and drove placidly away.
Maybe it was his Mom's car?
Or his Dad's jacket?
Or maybe he just has dreams and aspirations...