Everything Is Better Behind The Wheel Of A Hand-Made Rocketcar

I remember the first time I saw one of Baron Margo's rocketcars. It was parked at House of Pies, a little diner near my old house, and, sitting there between some boring sedans, it felt like that parking spot was a rift between universes. Being a writer, I think I said something profound like "holy crap, look at that."