A man and his machine(s).

He drives it when he wants.

He repairs it when it breaks.

He lets it be part of his style.

Best of all, he pounds on it, races it, and has more fun in it than its' creator ever could have imagined.

Numero.

You have to earn the white circle. With speed.

Hot Rats.

It's funny, as cars get more complicated, what people can do to them themselves gets less interesting. What a shame.

Reckless Abandon.

Just got my license back, so as soon as I have a vehicle, you can imagine it'll look something like the above shortly after. Hoorah.

Flex your Muscle.

Oh America, how wrong you have gone...

Rusty Buckets.

If only cars were still metal enough to change so radically yet so easily.

Obesity Crisis.

Fat fat fifties. Why can't todays bloated American cars be so interesting?

Ford: Fix on Race Day.

Obviously these Fords are owned by apt mechanics, because they all appear quite race ready.

Glory Days.

America; we used to build awesome cars not just paint existing plastic hunks brighter colors and make them louder.

Wonder.

"Wonder what he's looking at..."

"Wonder what he's pointing at..."

"Wonder who he's telling off..."

Enjoy, ya bastards.

Mad as hell.

I'm mad, mad as hell.

As soon as I can, I'm hitting the road and going as far as I can.

Absentee Ballot.

Well college is fun, but at a price of very little spare time, the fuel from which blogs are created. Anyhow, I've finished 3/5 of m classes, so summer is afoot, and I'm back in the time wasting, stuff posting game.

Thanks for not listening and staring at the pretty pictures.