Custom car shows still excite me after all these years. I was never into fixing up cars at all— more like enjoying their art. For me its like going to an art gallery—just that the crowd is different. I went to my first one over 40 years ago with my friend Grant Page who was really into this shit. He was a very crusty, belligerent edgy sort of guy who was capable of putting down almost everything in a very charming way. He was offensive without being offensive. This photo was taken at a car show in Boca Raton last year. I was with my friend Lew who besides being into classic cars (he owned 2 1950’s Packards) was a very crusty, belligerent edgy sort of guy who was capable of putting down almost everything in a very charming way. I guess that’s the type of guy who is into these things or is it just that things tend to repeat themselves.
Anyhow, there we were stumbling around looking at all these cars and Lew was somewhere looking at Packards and I saw this chick drinking a beer at her stall where they sell all sorts of crappy car paraphanalia. And as the last line in Casino goes— “and that was that.”