Here are some random shots from my annual trek to the Monterey Historics, which has since been replaced by an annual trek to the Reno Air Races. This was my age of photographic innocence. If only I had known some day I could have boxes full of Kodachrome converted to digital for pennies apiece. Now I can make as many b/w shots as I want from color scans. These black and white negs will never be anything but b/w. Whatever. My father built a dark room and I took a certain pride in being able to process my own film and make my own prints.