Picture Justin and me rollin’ in the ‘Lac.
So, we were cruising through a parking garage the other day talking about how the connotation of cool things can be ruined at times by their pseudo-guarded and over-saturated cultures. For example, Justin mentioned how in reality fixie bikes are cool (one fixed-gear and brakeless – stripped down machines), but they’re a drag to be around generally because the rider will have a reindeer-themed sweater that has non-iPod issued headphones curling through mahogany buttons and he’ll curl his mustache and throb his presence.
So Justin laid into it bringing up a great point, saying, “Why does everything have to have a culture? Can’t people just appreciate it for it’s purpose? You know who deserves a culture? Astronauts deserve their own culture.”.
Justin sent me this great photo spread tonight without provocation. It came in essentially this order, ending with a sweet photo of his small block Pinto