The Spoils of War…

The Spoils of War…

They pushed the beaten Jalopy up to the victory podium, the winner firmly wedged in his single seat cockpit, heart still pounding from the fight. Lap after lap, and mile after mile as oil and dirt accumulated on the racer’s face, he pressed on towards the prize. Battered and bruised with so many close calls, the win was all the more sweet knowing she would be there, trophy in hand. A smile and a warm kiss was half the prize for a young and eager racer on a Saturday night. Take it man, you earned it…

I know this subject has been well covered on the HAMB before, but I found a few more shots worth throwing out there for consideration: Trophy Girls of Days Gone By.

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