On Christmas Eve I was visiting my Grandmother and saw this old Mercedes sitting in front of her house. It was visually interesting to me so I started to shoot. When I shared with my family that I took photos of the old vintage car, people were shocked and thought I did it to be funny. Little did I know, the car belongs to my Grandmother’s brother. It’s beat up, hand painted in some areas, taped, and just an all around DIY whip driven by a man who could care less what we all think. It’s his baby.