My van sojourns in the West take me through many small towns and hamlets invariably populated by a very high percentage of curbside classics. I’ve shot and shown many examples here over the years, but for some time I’ve been wanting to stop and document a whole town’s worth. Last week a perfect opportunity arose, and the results follow: every older car and truck that was visible from driving the streets of Harrington (pop. 424), situated among the endless wheat fields of Eastern Washington.
And what brought me here?