You like cars, right? I did for a while—car mechanic was my #2 dream job as a kid, sandwiched between entomologist (#1) and Jedi (#3)—until being passenger to a couple of semi-serious crashes meant my excitement was crushed. I still harbor some redneck-esque desire to own a really big truck one day, or to dig up a VW bus out of a junkyard and try going cross-country before I come to terms with its shitty AC, but right now, that’s the extent of my car fever. Which is good, since My Summer Car’s recent Greenlighting means that my 7-year-old self is…