Every now and then, I’ll find a lonely relic of times past. Like this old German firetruck rusting in the woods. We were riding our bikes pretty much all day in the forest, and I hadn’t really put much thought into what I was wearing, except maybe to keep from melting and rolling up my hammer pants to keep them from catching in the bike gears… But yeah, I’m lucky to have found this truck to match my belt. Sweet.
8Fire Engine Red