Having recently relocated to New Mexico, we headed out on day trips exploring the famous Route 66. It was lined with old neon signs and motels, most of which were in disrepair. We stopped at a roadside joint to eat. I saw an old jalopy with a great reflection in its window of the motel and snapped a picture. Then, sitting right next to us, was an old man eating his tacos. I caught his eye and took several more photos, knowing he would become the driver of that jalopy in my next drawing.