This isn't about horsepower, it's about the ones that make me miss my train stop. I look up from my book on the platform, or mid-bite at the diner counter, because something parked outside just changed the whole block's mood. New York doesn't really do car culture the way other cities do (we mostly just resent alternate side parking) but the ones that survive here earn it. These are the ones I text a photo of to no one in particular.