When I think about "Cars", the first thing that comes to mind is a 1957 Chevrolet Belair. I don't know why but it just does. Have it be the old movies of the day like "Grease, Two-lane Blacktop and American Graffiti" that get me in this mind set, but when I see a '57 it can only mean CARS. I don't know about you, but a '57 has got to be the most iconic automobile of all time...hands down. Think about it...what happens when one drives by? I get chills and all I can think about is every other car on the face of the planet. I'm curious to know what you think when you see a '57 cruise by. Does it remind you of a simpler time with track homes and poodle skirts?