Let me tell you that I am not an automobiles fan. I can appreciate a beautiful model but, I ignore everything about brands, motors, the engineering behind the machines. My approach to cars is emotional, I love the old ones – especially the very old – just because I tend to scrutinize the possible lives that took place in and around them.
That night, Downtown Winter Garden meant a great place to walk, drink a cup of coffee with our dear relatives visiting Florida. But this time, the used sidewalk lights were off, and the metallic silhouettes of old and not so old lustrous cars emerged in front of us. There was a car show. Really beautiful machines, heavy street dwellers, waiting the gaze of the people. This is my vision of that moment.