Intellectual curiosity drives me to ask what percentage your Shelby(s) or other amazing cars occupy one's thoughts throughout any given day. I think about mine every day. Not all the time every day but they are there and come up without a moment's notice. Then it gives me an added kick to do or complete whatever it is that I am doing.
I suppose everyday since I got my first one in 1972. It varies though between love and hate. I don't think of it as a living thing though. It's just a machine.
Not as radical as the "Hot tub time machine" but a time machine of sorts none the less.
I'm wondering if "the watchers" are fascinated by this entire phenomenon? It is rather inexplicable.
True that the Shelby, or any automobile for that matter, is not a living thing, though I submit that it is a creation of the living and behaves as if alive in every way. It even looks alive, does it not? The headlights like shark's eyes, the wheels, all four of them like the appendages of a human or a hound, the gasoline that it drinks much like the liquid consumed by all that is living, the refreshment of water being the only difference to stay alive. It is alive in ways that we do not understand, perhaps.