I love the desert. And my car. I used to call my cars my children, but they've since grown up -- fast. For years this Z car was an absolute angel, no problems whatsover, but suddenly, and within the span of one month, all that's changed. Now he's the abusive boyfriend I keep returning to even if he leaves me vulnerable and stranded on the side of the road. But I can't always blame the car. The 105 degree heat of Joshua Tree is not kind to my 1978 Datsun and so he takes it out on me -- a lot. And sometimes I absolutely hate him. In this case, I loved him, thanks to photographer Krissie Gregory and our shoot for my upcoming column in Garage Magazine. Look for it on stands September 1. In the meantime, my car has broken down three times since these pictures were taken.
Nevertheless, here we are, in the desert, in love. Though that little fucker did burn my hand.
What I do for him...
View the entire Desert Z photo set (shot my Krissie Gregory ) here.
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