My church were just coming home from a Summer Camp in beautiful New Mexico, when Ol’ Blue, our van, needed new tires. We stopped at a seemingly normal rest stop in the middle of nowhere. But inside was one of the coolest things I’ve seen in a while. In this rest stop, there was a car museum. Or The Car Museum. Because this place was amazing. It wasn’t just a car museum, it was like a blast from the past. Like we went in a time machine and went back 50 years.
It was crazy. This was a rest stop in the middle of nowhere. And we just happened to stop here. It was fate. It had to be. If we didn’t need to change tires, we’d probably just look at that place like any other rest stop. But we didn’t, and I’m glad. Because this was the best place in the middle of nowhere.