The mirror like surface of his black Trans Am caught the afternoon sun and gleamed back at the camera. This was day two of Matt's photo session. We were nearing the end of our extensive and carefully mapped out plan of attack. You would imagine his smile to be literally falling off his face at this point in the session but not this guy. Perhaps it was the roar of his engine and June wind whistling around us as we cruised across town that brought such a huge smile to his face. As exhausted as we were nearing his photo-finishline, we felt like champions. Classic rock spilled out of the stereo and I sat back in the deep leather seat allowing a satisfied grin to own my face...