Yang Yi understood why people liked vintage cars because of sentimentality, but he would absolutely never choose to buy one to drive, not because he couldn't afford a vintage car but acquiring one for collecting was acceptable, yet driving one daily was out of the question.
The steering wheel had a significant amount of play, meaning it wasn't very precise, and the power wasn't much to speak of; after all, it was an old car and completely unable to satisfy Yang Yi's need for power.
However, driving such a vintage car did indeed turn heads, especially a well-maintained one. Though old, its shiny body, full of last century's charm, truly garnered intermittent honks of tribute when driven on the road.
Yang Yi drove the old car to the distant suburbs of Los Angeles.
The urban area of Los Angeles was very, very large and quite spread out. Following the GPS, Yang Yi arrived at an address he had previously looked up.