Kamikazi, me and a couple of our friends drove to Lake George over the weekend to see the Adirondack Nationals Car Show. Rows and rows of drool worthy muscle cars, shining and beckoning us with their purrs and growls and chrome fenders which took our breath away. We had pocketed our respective inhalers just in case we got giddy with overwhelming emotions. We drooled over shiny rims and wheels the size of an ottoman, and compared paint jobs, racing stripes, horsepower and leather upholstery. We almost bought a Mustang I kid you not, but ended up buying an apple for a snack instead.