This past week Amy Sheep and I, along with some of our BAMA buddies and a truck load of other associates and hangers on, set sail for the silver state and the fantastic festival that is Hot August Nights. If you're not familiar, it's a week long celebration of "America's love affair with cars and rock'n'roll," held annually in Reno and Sparks, NV. It's been a few years since we were here, which made this iteration one of the very best. Below are just some of the cars we saw on display.
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