The Blues Magoos are wailing away Tobacco Road as the hi-fi system drowns out the sounds of the shutter. For two seconds between tracks, the world is silent and the shutter can once again be heard snapping and popping like a bowl of Rice Krispies. The Hives explode from the speakers “Here We Go Again”, strategically placed strobe lights are exploding and filling the room with their luminous flux, bleaching the eye sockets of those who dare to stare. All the elements have combined for this moment in the garage, the music, the cool night air, the model, and the resurrected Chevrolet were all deep in the fuzztone groove. An authentic pair of 60’s go-go boots, a real A-line mini dress that somehow survived the last 40 plus years and of course the straight axle Chevelle it’s real Americana on America’s birthday. Happy 4th of July to America! May we as a people trudge through the deep trough of shit we are currently wallowing in and have a future that is as prosperous as our past. One can always hope and dream.