Maybe you're at home with family. Maybe you're driving a bus. Maybe you're stuck in Denver, getting flogged by the diseased airline industry. Wherever you are, it' still Christmas, as evidenced by these photographs.
I know the time. I get it. I'm tightly wound, but know when to kick off the shoes. I pay attention. I observe everything. I know what I'm doing and know how it works. I crave the authentic, the genuine and the classic, and the noise, jive and bullshit of this era will find no purchase on my watch.
And I can flat drive anything.