Every day, you fight the temptation as you make that final turn into your job's parking lot. The temptation to rev the gas and snake down the peninsula over the Seven Mile Bridge toward the desolate Dry Tortugas in search of anonymity laced first with a little speed. And for this jailbreak, a Scion just won't do. It requires something with the roar of a '57 Studebaker, a beast of a machine with lines as curvy as your lady friend.
Keep the dream alive at this Sunday's Classics by the Bay, where old vessels of freedom beckon you closer, their doors and hoods open wide like proud peacocks fanning their tails.
Sun., Feb. 21, 10 a.m., 2010