There are those that stop to look at the cars wheeled in on flatbeds, visibly in ruin and little more than a shell with a few spare parts. Still, they are few in number. I am one of the few, and I’m fine with that. No lines, no obstacles, unfettered access -- it’s great! Case in point -- this vehicle wasn’t winning any Best in Show award, but I felt like I hit the jackpot. Look how it washes roughly top to bottom with increasing amounts of rust across the yellowish-cream paint. Meld with that the broken double “L”. The worn molding accentuates the angled flaw and apportions the picture. When I see this photo I think “the desert”: dry air, blistering sun, sweltering heat, and old Route 66.
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