I became an inliner in 1995 Austin Texas, when I bought the only vehicle I ever owned, my old Chevy truck.
I was 25 and only had a license for a year, because I just never liked 'modern' cars and grew up and lived in places and cities that didn't require owning your own vehicle.
Classic cars were imported and only for the wealthy elite.
Didn't even know what an inliner is, just that I had some old engine that looked simple to work on and learn about.
I never remember mine, my friends or my dogs age - who cares.
The soul is what counts and to do the things that make you happy regardless how others may judge that.
Since I was very little, I always thought, that life only comes around once.
And I better do something today than tomorrow.
