Thanks to Classic Car Club Manhattan, a group of New Yorkers got some time away from their daily grind of arugula-sniffing, kombucha-slugging and snobbishness research-and-development duties to be tossed around Manhattan in a variety of sports cars.

They seem to be having a pretty good time. Maybe they'll join the top-secret ranks of urbanite car lovers. We meet every Wednesday at midnight in an abandoned mustard gas plant on Staten Island.