Cars in the Wild

At an undisclosed warehouse somewhere in New Hampshire, I'm lead through a smeared and smudged glass door, then through a curtain of blue plastic sheeting who's function is to deter prying eyes. There's a musty smell in here, something like damp concrete, dust and age. I flip the lightswitch and several overhead fluorescent lights snap on... Continue Reading →

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