This is my brother.
(The mechanically inclined one, not the cowboy one.)
I was born his senior year of high school, so talk about crashing the party…
He has always had a love of cars and began restoring vintage cars way back before I was old enough to beg him to let me drive his Mustang (which he still has not).
Anyway, he got into dressing the part to go along with the cars he was showing.
Last fall, he competed in a contest for best Era Image and took third place. I thought his costume looked pretty snazzy and we were all excited to see this picture in print.
Although he never let me drive any of his cars, he did let me go with him a time or two.
Of course, costumes were required.
The reason I look so particularly happy in this photo is because:
1. It was mid-July and boiling hot.
2. We skipped lunch.
3. I had a hot date that night with Captain Cavedweller and we were running late.
My brother completely restored the gorgeous Model A car behind us. I think the etched glass (and the color) are my two favorite things about it.
Big, hearty congratulations, Kim, for placing in the contest and thanks for all the times over the years you let me tag along.
She Who Still Wants to Drive the Mustang
