I liked the Cars back in the flush of youth. The old MTV days... the Nina Blackwood days. But I filed them away, categorized like (sigh) Rubik's Cubes and (I hate myself for this) painters pants and (I can't believe I'm willingly reducing the decade I lost my virginity in to exhausted pop culture cliches) shoulder pads.
But this morning, I was driving to work childlessly (always a treat) when they came on the radio and in a moment of sheer Stephen Dedalus style epiphany it hit me: Hey! They were really good.
So, that only took 25 years.