I came across this pickup truck in Virginia City, Montana. Shortly after shooting this picture I met the owner, who told me it is his daily driver. "Fifty-seven was a good year, you know?" he said. I chuckled. Year I was born. I know I have some affects of aging, but I hope I'm doing better than this truck.
Cruising the Montana ghost town of Bannack, I discovered this gem. It was in the saloon, and a lot of people were killed there during the gold rush. As the story goes, the barber got so used to guns going off he "didn't miss a stroke" with his straight razor.
Kinda glad I live in these times instead of those?