I spent many hours driving around Houston day and night , summer and winter, hot or cold, rainy or dry, in my old roadster. There's nothing like a hot rod ride to clear the head, clear the body and cleanse the soul of the stresses and strains of living.
Reminds me of my Sunday morning, just cruising around enjoying the car... Cool to see, *****in' ride by the way...
There really isn't a word to describe the feeling, there is nothing else like it. By the way, killer shot!
And then you look in the mirror to see this.... <object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4bHEZUUvvfA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4bHEZUUvvfA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>
John Jackson is a patient man. I have an absolute new respect for you professional photographers after having seen John take a few pictures over the past few shows. The amount of patience you guys have to sit and wait for "the shot" blows me away. I imagine it's a little easier in a setting where you don't have people p***ing in front of your lens non stop but getting a shot like that...in Houston? On 59? Beautiful car Billy.