Shuffling along at the last Viva Las Vegas Rockabilly Rod event, came across this old gentleman.
I studied the multitude of blackened cracks in the chiseled face of this Pontiac Chief. If only the stories he could tell; the places traveled, the miles logged, the view of time above the V-8 from his patina perch. Most certainly a life well lived and a position of importance on the hood that gave him the ability to be aware of all...
"The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware - joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware."- Henry Miller
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