Reflections
And around here, nobody is asking it to.
In the rat rod world, rust isn't something that always needs to be repaired, covered, or apologized for.
Sometimes it's the whole damn point.
Every scar, every faded panel, every year left showing becomes part of what makes the machine its own.
Rust never sleeps.
Neither does the imagination of the people who build these things.
No rest for the wicked, I suppose.