wheels
pictures, doodles, musings on music, occasional environmental and political screed, wordplay, filthy haiku, foodie twaddle, and whatever else the cat drags in from my oakland, ca environs
My inner environmentalist and my inner fan of bad ass vintage rides, somehow, have established some sort of detente. As a town, somehow I am big enough for the two of them after all. Big old American cars are ghastly, clattering anachronisms. Ecological scourges. And, somehow, super friggin’ sweet. ( shrug. )Anyhow, there’s a really nice old Camaro that I see around the block from time to time, very nicely maintained. Here’s a trio of toy cam images of it.
