It's summertime, y'allz. For me, that means cowering in the shade during the day, living it up in the evening. There really is nothing like a cool summer evening after a blisteringly hot day. It smells different. (And for me, "blisteringly hot" is anything above, say, 80 F. I'm Norse, there's nothing I can do about this.)
I found a picture of this guy months ago and always knew I wanted to do it right. The rest of the picture of him cruising in his sensible sedan, pretty hard core if you ask me. So no, it's not me.