My misfortune, not being apache. Harry N.Y.C.
Nothing better than a quick 65’ 911. I’m lucky enough to know an owner who took me for an intense cruise yesterday evening.
What a stud!
My pops. The Indian James Dean in a hardtop. I couldn’t be more proud to be his son.
1948 best truck ever. I hope to own this really soon.
Enjoy some color today.
This looks incredibly fun. Too small fellas going at.
(via nickelcobalt)
I could listen to this guy all day every day.
Time to curl up in my blanket and rest my back which I threw out lifting my trunk.
I am in desperate need of a new belt. Every time I visit the men’s shop I try on about ten different ones and can never seem to make the purchase. My gal’s j.crew one just isn’t cutting it anymore unfortunately. Where is this guy when you need him?
