there's something about a cold morning when the garage door goes up and that first breath hits you — gasoline, grease, the promise of a motor that just needs a little attention. reminds me why i wake up before the sun.
there's something about a cold morning when the garage door goes up and that first breath hits you — gasoline, grease, the promise of a motor that just needs a little attention. reminds me why i wake up before the sun.