Wasn’t there some weird industrial rock electronic bullshit called Galaxie 500? This particular Galaxie was just chilling on the side of the road, looking good as fuck. I like the fact the tires proudly brag in white letters of some form of turbo technology being involved in the tires.
Me and the family went to Gypsy Hill Park in Staunton the other Sunday, to have a picnic, feed shitty white bread to the fish in the pond, and let the kids ride the miniature scale-size train. It’s a good loungin’ time. Also, it being warm, I knew the loungers would come out car-wise. We always picnic up on this hill beside the Armory fence, and you’re kind of blocked of view to the incoming circle of a road, but you can hear shit, and I heard a hefty rumble and knew either some hot rods or Harleys were about to pop into view. This coupe and another rolled by and parked not too far from our spot, which of course eventually attracted more loungin’ ass old rods all pimped out to stop there too and start a little old white dude gearhead dorkfest of sorts.
Shitty restaurant with “BLUE COLLAR CAFÉ” written with blue paint pen in shaky feminine alcoholic handwriting, with a ragged garage attached to the back end of the building, and this Volkswagen sitting in the grass beside it. Motherfuckin’ perfect. I love the smattering of Dead stickers and the plastic blowing in the wind where a driver’s side window used to be. Abandoned Dead tour VWs could be another giant sub-theme of this project, to join old schoolbuses.
This is the other lounger that rolled in with that black coupe at Gypsy Hill Park. It’s always been a dream of mine to own a car like this, like exactly like this one, but then I’d just get drunk and wreck it in a ditch and it’d gradually start to look more and more fucked-up and I’d never fix it correctly, half-assing everything, and it’d just end up being a lawn ornament.
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