A bustling parking lot at sunset glows from hundreds of cars painted in rich, metallic hues. Beyond the dull, growling rumble of engines, one can hear the swaggering Hammond organ of Booker T. & the MGs' "Green Onions," punctuated by the screeching roar of a car peeling out down the street. The smell of hamburgers mingled with exhaust fumes wafts... More >>>