TheNightCrawler

grew up with older relatives owning hot rods, friends owned hot rods, always liked the fumes and the flames and the smell of an oily rag that goes hand in hand with the sweet tune of the exhaust pipes doing the old man grumble. the badly lit dungeon known as the garage has been my church on and off for a few years, wish i had more time to go to this particular church more often. my car is older than me so i show it respect.