Big rigs with the flat front end always make me think of horror movies, and they are far more intimidating looking than newer rigs, creepy dude all right up in the window looking down on you from eight feet in the air, getting ready to run you and your girlfriend off the road who you were just about to have sex with, but now you're both gonna die, unless William Smith can save you first. But he won't, because beautiful young couples about to fuck have to die in situations like that. They might've made the most beautiful baby ever known to man, and it would've been Pope President the Super Bowl MVP the First, but all that got ruined by a demonic tractor and trailer without the trailer.
This ragged remnant of a Cadillac was hiding out behind an abandoned factory in Waynesboro one day, riding home from the park with the family. My kids were like, "Are we supposed to be back here?" but it was hard to pass up because I thought it looked hilarious, with that piece of car between the quarter panel and where the bumper going up on the ends like handlebars being picked off it. Plus, having old crates thrown on top looked nice too.
This is my man Sorren's truck. I like the spare tire tied to the side action. He's a kook, very much tweaked out in ways similar to me. I should sit at his house and drink beer and discuss the thangs of the world more often, but I am a hermit who mostly just leaves the house to do stupid work or to sit around by the river for no reason.
This full-sized classic lounger was just sitting behind the vet's office in Scottsville one day when I checked my post office box. I like how, even though the picture was taken in 2007, since it's an old car in a small town with a shitty camera, it might as well be 1977. Automatic retro.
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