We all come off the assembly line, different shape, colors and sizes, but ultimately we're still the same. That is...until we start choosing the various paths we drive down. The one red car in a line of beige. The red headed step child. The one bad apple spoiling someone's dessert. This is a benevolent celebration and a sly take down of men (both young and old) and their eternal car lust.
There's a robin noisily trying to get into my…