But just so you don’t think I’m leaving the garage and jeans behind and turning into a high-brow “afficianado”, I want to be completely truthful about the whole experience and show you this… I took this photo the next morning in the hotel room – YES – I spent the entire evening with this tag on my shirt – real high-class, huh?… By the way – the deformed thumbnail is where we are after 6-months since a littel shop “accident” – I put a razor sharp drill bit right through it while drilling out a spot-weld when the drill slipped, working on the front wing of a ’68 OTS. As a guy once told me, “You can take the boy out of the garage, but you can’t take the garage out of the boy…”