Several years ago I purchased a 2004 Chevrolet SSR, bright yellow. As the boys would ride with me I started calling them the Hot Rod Boys. The name stuck and became the name of my garage.
“Hot Rod Boys Garage, Sales and Service.”
The garage is filled with antique metal signs, a gas pump, stop light, parking meter, a Harley Davidson, a Honda Goldwing and things from my own childhood including the electric train I received for Christmas when I was 11 years old.
But with all that I’ve crammed into this garage, they still like the “lellow” truck best.
They are my HOT ROD BOYS.