The dented rear fender from prom night ’77. The cigarette burn from a drunken night at the disco on new years ’80. The scratch down the passenger door from shopping kart bowling on a warm night in ’83. The stories these survivors tell through their scars and battle wounds get silenced during a restoration, and the soft whispers of debauchery fall on deaf ears under a glossy coat of candy. As important as looking the look, is walking the walk, and these original beaters do just that. They don’t need to boast of crate motor swaps and braided chrome hoses to prove their worth. They don’t need a binder filled with dates and numbers resting on the backseat to assure their pedigree. No, their history is written in their bubbles and scratches, their dents and their dings. It’s those imperfections that make these cars truly perfect and one of a kind.
Love the feel in these shots…
Such a good write up. About your favorite car you just cant give up. Because, well, you lived through so many adventures in it, that it ends up defining who you are.
Transformers?
[...] photography is an embodiment of that lifestyle. He’s got a penchant for old things well kept (or not well kept), and he takes the kind of photos that you want to have mounted on your wall, or at least your [...]
What beautiful photography. You can keep the car.