I have to admit a personal bias: I love ’57 Chevys. On Saturday, I was featuring hunting when I came across a little car show going on about two blocks from the newsroom. Walking through the cars, I immediately gravitated to a gorgeous 1957 Chevy Bel Air. After about 30 or so frames from this angle, I struck up a conversation with the owner about his car. I grew up around and inside ’57 Chevys. My dad owns one that he drives to car conventions every summer. Before moving to Cheyenne in January, the only time I had seen the city was from the backseat of my dad’s Bel Air as we drove to Reno, Nevada from Indiana.