I love old trucks and cars; from those rusting away in some field or barn to those lovingly resuscitated and restored to a state of function, if not to showroom condition. I guess it’s a part of history that I think should not be allowed to fade quietly into the night. When I was a kid, I could tell a Dodge from a Plymouth, a Ford from a Mercury, a Pontiac from a Chevy (my favorite). Today, all cars look exactly alike to me. Here’s my tribute to the Golden Age of Transportation.
Chevrolet 3800, Highlands, North Carolina