As I listen to a movie in the background, I remember that my big brother had a Gran Torino when we were kids. Well, I was a kid. He was ten years older than me.
While Tao tried to steal Walt’s car in the movie, he didn’t succeed. Whoever stole my brother’s car was successful. My brother never saw it again. What I remember as a little girl though, was that he talked more about losing the golf clubs in the trunk than the car itself.
That car always needed so much fixin’, I think it was an albatross to him. The problem was, I think the golf clubs were too.