This is us in our normal lives driving down the road -
Husband - "did you see that? It's a suped-up 1975 Roadster convertible with a duel exhaust pipe and split converters with a fuel injected under the hood package equipped with pod thrusters!" as he wipes the drool off his face
Me - "huh?"
Husband - *heavy sigh* - "the black car"
Me - "oh"
To me, a car is a big piece of problems with four tires and an engine that gets me from Point A to Point B. To my husband, a car is a masterpiece.
So yes, Lights, Motors, Action is a repeater for us, mainly for him. I just grab a beer and a seat and watch how it makes him happy. The beer really helps.