Among the participants in last week's Hauler Parade were members
of a local car club, the Indy Hi-Winders. The shapes and the colors seemed
so familiar, bringing back memories of the 1950s
when I visited used car lots with my dad.
And just as one might expect, this "lot" had it's share
of men sitting around, talking cars and telling stories.
The black satin beauty below just seemed to stand
quietly in place, having no need for bright lacquer colors
to express its strength.
But it does have its very own pole dancer.
The sapphire blue Ford is dressed to impress,
with shiny chrome bits to set off the flash
of its jewel-toned body.
It draws you in to its faceted metal dashboard and steering
wheel, setting you up to be ejected through its suicide doors.
Growl ... grrr ... Bwah-ha-ha-ha!!