Shout out to... MY CHILDHOOD. To the car I rode home from countless swim meets in... laying with wet hair in the back as…
Shout out to... MY CHILDHOOD. To the car I rode home from countless swim meets in... laying with wet hair in the back as Jen and I watched the stars... seatbelt-less. To my first wheels & the car I learns to drive in... complete with driver’s side window you had to push-up to roll up ... and I did it A LOT. I HAD to roll it down when listening for oncoming cars. I cut my driving teeth in the often densely foggy, two-lane roads deep in the farming heart San Joaquin Valley. To camping trip after camping trip... To...