August 22, 2020

August 10, 2021

Two pictures I’d forgotten about, taken about a year apart, a little while back.

2020 broke time for me - sometimes I still can’t believe I’m not in school, waiting for Spring Break to end and going back to South for Psych class and making a mad dash back up to North for Operations, and trundling through the overheated tunnels to grab a f’real from Southwick while pretending to make progress on my database and Java projects.

Then I look back at the little ol’ iPhone SE I had when the pandemic had taken hold, when my school shuddered its physical doors, when I was furloughed from my job, and the lifetime between then and now, and all the memories and changes that’ve come along with it, all stored deep in the photo albums and scribbles and notes on that old phone.

It very quickly turned into a story, a vague address, and a locked garage between a pizza joint and depot, stuffed to the gills with 3 GTs, a late model Countach, 2 GT buckets, and the hint of a Diablo Spyder and a concours GT

The drive back was rounded out nicely with a charming W140 Brabus

This is the stuff of car legend and lore; this is the stuff dreams are made of