Brian has been a good friend since my senior year of high school. In my high school years I met 90% of my friends through cars. There was a local forum called Full Throttle Forums where a bunch of local car guys around the ages of 16-35 just chatted. It was mostly random nonsense that had almost nothing to do with cars but we all had something in common. There were guys on there with Stis, Evos, 240SXs, muscle car guys and there were even a few with higher end cars like a couple supercharged Vipers and a twin turbo UGR Gallardo. There was always trash talk going on but in general everyone kept the peace and loved to meet up. I had kind of met Brian on there and knew he went to the high school right down the road. I had been complaining about working on Calculus and he said he could maybe help me out. So we met up one day, attempted to work on it and got absolutely nothing done. What I lost in my Calculus homework, I gained in one of my best friends I have ever had. From then on, we hung out all the time. Every time I go home, I make it a point to see my friends and go do stuff like we used to do. I might not get to go home and see everyone as much anymore but we always seem to have a good time either way. It’s nice to go back and hang out with people you only see once every one or two months. When you walk in the door and it’s like you never left. We might have gone down two different paths of spending money, myself towards photography and most of them towards their cars, but we still all have that one thing in common. That’s what I love about my friends.
These shots were taken at one of our favorite places to hang out. It’s Rt 421 or from Bristol to Mountain City. 33 miles, 489 curves, 3 mountains and one valley. We also like to call it Shady Valley, which is the valley that it runs through, or just 421. As car and bike guys, this is a blast for us. It’s way out of cell phone service and there is a small place called the Country Store in the middle of Shady Valley that has some amazing hot dogs called “Shady Dogs.” I don’t think it’s that the hot dogs taste any better than anywhere else so much as what they represent. They have given us all a reason to just go out of town and drive and hang out with each other, which matters to me more than anything else.