On the rise

I am by no means a car guy. If you were to pop the hood of your classic car and talk to me about the engine and all its glory, I would simply smile and nod politely.But there was this one time in high school — on a late Friday night — when I sat shotgun in my friend’s hand-me-down Buick when I caught a real thrill from a car. My pal found an open stretch of straight road and he, somehow …