I love trips down to Southern California. All of the gas stations midway have that warm winded temporary feel. You pull up, get out of your car as the winds blow your hair around while you pump gas. Other road trippers around you are walking around tired and zombie like. They walk in and out of the gas station with hot dogs, dried apricots or yogurt covered pretzels. But every once in a while there is someone unique that stands out. Like a kid his own sense of style. Notice the cool black tie whipped around by the wind.