After a 2-hour ride on a bullet train, i arrived in this small town to explore not an abandoned garage, but the dealership of Japan's greatest vintage car collector. The funny part? It wasn't abandoned at all: the owner lived there, and i ended up playing hide-and-seek among his four-wheeled marvels (an Fiat Lancia A112 Abarth just like the one my father had!). In the end, i let privacy win and left. Certain collections deserve silence. And maybe, a little bit of luck.
