Gold On The Inside

This is one of the shots from the inside of my car on its first long range drive to Chicago. My gurl, Helen, was taking the photos. This is a shot of the guts of the whip, and it's gold, baby. I was cool, calm, and collected on the outside. On the the inside I was a wreck. If anything went wrong, I wouldn't have a car or a leg to stand on in L.A. I smoked three huge cigars that day, and smiled when that ol' bitch rumbled into the downtown streets. I love that car.