is it that i root for the underdog?

or that i love the spectacular failure more than sucess?

i've long (well, a good decade or so) thought edsels were cool cars. I remember the first time I fell in love with one though, on some sierra drive with mary, not long after we met, rounded a corner coming down into a beautiful opening at the head of a valley. wow. there in the sun and the hot, wet air sat a totally beautiful red edsel. I got about 1/4 of mile past it before I couldn't restrain myself and turned around to go back and take a closer look. man. totally awesome.

the nytimes has an enjoyable piece on a fan who had a birthday party for his. (it's not red)