Classic cars. Chrome everywhere. It was supremely fun. And I couldn't help wistfully thinking of the days when the streets always looked like this.
The next morning Aubrey and I were conducting a photoshoot on the lakeshore when I spotted my dream truck again. You can find it in the parade above - it's in front of the tall building with the nifty zigzag staircase, which is incidentally where my bro works.
This truck is without doubt the visible personification of absolute perfection.
Right down to the white walls. And that fabulous retro font on the hub caps. The tear drop fenders and the split windshield.
Someday this will be my mascot and I shall go camping and have concerts and sell blackberries out of the back. Perhaps at the same time.
We shall meet again, dream truck.