wander around at cruse nights … talk to friends, more to find out what not to do, what you dont like. start getting some money together, looking at ads in the paper.
now your getting excited … coupe? … wagon? 40’s? 50s? 60s or 70s?
thinking of names … something thats just gonna roll off your tongue when you look at it.
styles, new school or old school?
you start wandering around in junkyards driving all over the place looking for that certain connection when you find it.
imagineing body lines and color. how low can you chop the roof. how far you can rake the windsheild or drop the animal. where is the exhaust coming out. the grill … the headlights … the dash. transmissions and engines.
its all overwhelming, can you do it? will you stick to getting it done right? and even though at this point your shoes are soaked and you really dont know how to get back to the entrance. it all doesnt matter because you found waht you were looking for and no matter what anyone else says at that point its the most beautiful thing you’ve seen
