We’ve all been there. A car magically appears in the driveway. Then another. And Another. Parts cars, project cars, car cars. Cars end up in the driveway, along the curb, tucked away in the side yard. They all matter, they all have purpose.

We kid ourselves by telling ourselves that a 62 Chevy bed without a cab is “yard art”. Sometimes it happens slowly, so slow that we don’t even notice it happening until our significant other finally puts their foot down and demands change. We have to get rid of something, anything to keep a warm place in bed at night.

After 21 years of marriage my wife took it upon herself to thin my herd and she waded through my fleet of clunkers with reckless abandon until she arrived at the nicest and most expensive truck that I own; my 1998 GMC Sierra, the truck with 1,000hp, only 14,000 original miles and not a scratch on her.

I listened, I obliged, and then I pulled the old Uno Reverse card and indeed rid our garage of that truck but in its place came a beautiful black 55 Chevy. 1-1+1=1! I win!

So if you’re out there worried about what could happen to your favorite rides just remember to always negotiate in writing and that when dealing with your wife, punctuation matters. “No more cars.”  is a lot different when you type “No, more cars.” During negotiations. This shirt is a celebration of that and I hope you like it.