I grew up where car culture was scarce. Desire filled the gap: trading cards from Hungary, dog-eared issues of Autó-Motor, spec sheets memorized like poetry. Moving to Hungary in ’89 felt like walking into an open-air car show. Then came the internet, late-night downloads of grainy Japanese videos, and a fixation: Integra Type R. I didn’t get the Integra in 2003 — I got a Prelude VTi 2.2. Close enough to fall hopelessly in love. I lost my license, lost the Prelude, kept the obsession. Years passed. I built digital products. Cars got faster, safer, cleaner — and somehow emptier. I stopped buying new magazines. I started bookmarking old listings instead. Last year we found a 1998 Nissan Micra K11 with 31,000 km. Tiny. Honest. Perfect. We named her Bunny and smiled more. A week ago, a mechanic I’ve trusted since 2000 sent me a Facebook Marketplace link: ’98 Integra. Half the usual EU price, straight shell, no rust, never crashed. We bought it. A boyhood promise kept. Cars To Save is my way to share that feeling — and to help more good cars find good homes before they disappear, get butchered, or become unattainable.