"They really don't make cars like this anymore, that's for sure." Tony nodded, crossing his arms as he surveyed the car.
"Santa decided to bring me the rosary I made for my mother when I was 7. Maybe for my birthday I'll get one of my cars." He grinned. Tony was also a firm believer in Santa Claus, at age 47.
"They stopped worrying about the look of the car, you know? It's all about functionality now. There aren't that many sexy cars anymore." Tony looked from the front bumper to the back before his eye's met Dean's. "Not like this one." He sighed.