In my hometown, we have an annual car show in the summer. I grew up in a town where the car and motorcycle culture were huge in a small town. Hollister is a small town that I grew up in that is 45 minutes north of Monterey Bay. Yesterday morning, I woke up after a night of drinking with 2 of my great friends, and I was scrolling through my feed on Facebook, and I remembered that this was happening that day. So, I showered up, shaved and put the pomade in my hair, and took a stroll downtown. When I go shows like this, I feel like I was born at the wrong time. It felt like a simpler time to live in. Work one job, buy a home, and raise a family, which is something we all want in life. Seeing all these cars on the street, it feels like the opening of a time capsule. The history behind the cars is what mostly intrigues me. It was a good morning stroll downtown, and I got some shots of the cars while on my walk. The festival had local food vendors, live music, and a raffle. Good place to spend part of a Saturday to get out and get some fresh air, unplug from the media, and see some sick rides.

Today I woke up this morning from WordPress telling me this blog has reached a total for 1k views I know it’s not much in the internet world, but life is full of small victory’s and it’s good to acknowledge and appreciate and to the readers and subscribers of this page, thanks for reading and I appreciate it greatly. Enjoy all the pictures and videos.

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