Anyone can look good when they're 17 years old.
Backstory is that I needed a parental co-sign to buy this, my first car, but the parents said I had to stop dressing so hippie/glam. So I went over the top the other direction, all sweetness and light and flowers for this photo of the car I bought. Then back to my habitual. The pics below are more characteristic of me then. It was the late '60s...
