While driving on an interstate about 100 miles from home I noticed several old cars in a field.  I thought they looked interesting and would be fun to photograph.  Every time I took that route I would see the cars and again think about how much I would enjoy photographing them.

One day I finally decided to take the time to try to find them.  I measured the distance from the location of the cars to the nearest exit.  I took the exit and found a road that went in that general direction.  I drove back and forth on that road as well as several side roads until I found what I believed was the right house since there were several old cars parked in front.   

I pulled into the driveway and stopped just off the road since there was a large dog patrolling the property.  I asked myself what I had to lose by continuing down the driveway.  I told myself the worst that could happen was they would say "no".  Then I had visions of dog bites... 

I took a deep breath and drove the rest of the way down the drive.   I stayed in the car with the dog standing guard by the car door until the owner came over.  I stepped out and introduced myself and asked if I could take pictures of the old cars.  The owner was friendly and fascinating and gave me permission to take my photographs.  He even directed me to other properties he owned that had more old cars. 

With a mischievous look on his face he told me that he was sure I would like taking pictures of an old Chrysler he brought home to his dad's farm when he was a kid.  He said he had planned to fix it but never did.   Though he didn't fix that car it did lead him into a career of restoring old cars, trucks and tractors.