Rough Stock

I used to visit Austin as a non-local years ago. I remember riding shotgun in a neighborhood somewhere, while my buddy was cruisin us home to shower up before a party. Austin is were I came to recover. He and I always helped each other nurse the wounds of losing one girlfriend, or another (we were always losing girlfriends back then).

As we came around a corner I saw the 60 Impala sittin in the driveway. I forgot to tell my pal to stop, cuz I was gettin out to take a closer look at it. He must've seen it too, cus I was only movin at about 10 miles/hr (which was slow for a couple guys who can't hold on to a girl for too long) when I hit the grassy yard across the street and jogged my way to a stop. That was the moment of my conception as a car lover.

It wasn't until 11 years later(when my wife and I moved to Austin), that I saw the Impala again and discovored the man who built it. It was the Gary Howard built 60 Impala w/ the pearl paint and lavender ghost flames.

I equate what happened to me, to be the same thing I see happen almost daily. When a young kid sees my truck, most have no idea why, but they love it. There is something so alien, but undeniably cool, about its classic style. Most youngins and many adults can't help but coo and point, and sometimes, even trip themselves in awe.

I am that kid... and Gary is that cool.