I once got in trouble on a first date for breaking my neck. But not for the reason you might think. A yellow Lamborghini Huracán had just rumbled past at that exact moment and I had to look back, drinking in the sound of the V10. I've been car obsessed for at least twenty years. It goes back to childhood. And for almost as long I've been a writer — I wrote my first short story at six years old, about a superhero fox who knew kung fu. At thirty I've decided to combine the two. Hi, I'm Levaughn. The cars you've curated on your lot — the ones where selling them turns into a tug of war game with the keys — deserve to be talked about properly. The world deserves to know. Let's do that together.