I like nice cars that were born in the mid to late 60’s. The style and the details, the smell and the chrome…There are few things more satisfying than running your fingers over the fender of a ’69 Camaro or more fun than driving one. As you shift through the gears you can hear the trans whine and feel the power of the 350 under the hood.
While I can, and have, driven a ’69 Camaro, I have never played the acoustic guitar but I have a new appreciation for the craftsmanship that goes into making one. First you see the striking colors, then the glass like finish. When you hold it, you feel the softness of the wood and see the meticulously placed inlays and if you get close enough, you can smell the intoxicating aroma of mahogany. If you look on the back of the neck on top, you will see fine intricate detailing in the mahogany.
Cars and guitars. Both functional works of art and each incredibly sexy in their own way. It’s no wonder that they are both usually named with a woman’s name.