I don't think we're necessarily "car guys" (though we have watched every episode of the past 14 seasons of Top Gear).
We're Subaru lovers.
Our very first family car was an '87 Subaru Legacy GL station wagon. My dad swore by its all-wheel drive, having just recovered from the blizzard of '95. Eventually he got a second identical one as a parts car to maintain the former. This was when my brother and I first learned basic car upkeep like changing oil, rotating the tires, and simple troubleshooting. At one point, we even attempted an engine swap.
Ever since, my brother and I have owned nothing but Subarus. His first was a '95 Subaru Impreza hatchback. With dings and a few minor rust spots, it's certainly seen better days but is still chugging along at over 260k miles. I, on the other hand, have gone through three Legacys, the first two of which were prematurely decommissioned due to human error (read: youthful inexperience) rather than mechanical failure.
We got together recently with our latest acquisitions—his '09 STi and my '05 Legacy GT—for ...well, for no reason at all.
Oh, except of course, for love. And there's no better reason than that.
Onto our mini shoot in this quaint area up here in Baltimore called Quarry Lake. And where I've never parked more obnoxiously in my life.