Even though I may be young, I still enjoy the classics. Like my dad's old, beat up, Ford pick up. He uses it only when he needs to and he's kept it running since he got it. Don't try to ask me what year it is, because I have NO clue. I just know its old. But as much as I complain about how many spiders might be hiding in the cracks, and how the radio only picks up talk shows, and how it smells like gas sometimes, I still love it. I love taking pictures of antique things. Like the dashboard of my dad's truck. There's something about classics that give off a really cool vibe. Like they have a story to tell. They went through something that is a mystery to everyone but themselves.
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