No, really. I dream about '56 and '57 Chevies -- red and white or blue and white. They were the first cars I learned to identify in a game of "name that car", as they crested the hill on Pearl Street, Braintree, MA., and my friend, Buddy Mitchell, and I tried to see who could identify the make, model and year the fastest from our perch on a corner wall nearby. Buddy is gone now, and I'm approaching retirement in New Mexico, where I shot this on a stroll this afternoon in Old Town. For the first time in my life, I used the "vivid" mode setting. Usually I use "muted", so you can see how much seeing a beautiful old Chevy changes everything for me. I'll tell you; it made my day! The background would be better a bit more defocused in the first shot, but this was right after I saw it, and I was hardly thinking, just reacting.