This is not the post I was planning for. Apparently some “force” got a hold of me because here I am writing about something that is not exactly in my wheelhouse.
It’s not that I don’t like cars. I do. Cars are way better than walking. They get you where you want to without strip searches and such. You set your own schedule and you drive until you want to stop or need a bathroom. None of this “we’re landing now so you have to stay in your seat” nonsense.
The hubs and I had been talking about how cars lack the individual sass they used to when we were young. (Yeah, we went there.) And don’t get me started on that commercial where no one knows what brand of car they are looking at. (eye roll)
So it was kind of funny when we went out for lunch and saw this:
Of course I had to take a picture or two. (We had to laugh. The coach of a team of girls came out with the girls and his first words were, “Don’t touch!”)
I had to wait for the little girls to clear to take this shot of the car’s eyes lashes. Yes, those are eye lashes.
The hubs informs me that the Houston Art Car Parade is fast approaching. I know he’s taken some pictures in the past, so you know I had to go browse his folder on Flickr. And maybe I’ll throw in a few a few of the hubs shots of vintage cars from the auto show.
And here are some of his classic car shots:
Doesn’t this Lotus seem like it’s looking at you? Me? Us? Is it thinking, “Yeah, I want to run you down.” Because it kind of looks like it’s thinking that.
So, since I’ve gone vintage, here’s looking at you, kid! (I know, but it’s Monday. I’m allowed to be lame.)
So, cars? Love them? Hate them? Don’t think about them until they quit working? It feels a little odd to be talking about cars, so help me out here, peeps.
Besides, you know I love comments so much that I pick a favorite to receive my monthly AnaBanana gift basket ($25 value). Recipient is announced the first blog post of the new month.
P.S. My characters often have occasion to ride in cars. Or wish they were riding in cars. Unless they are riding in space ships, which they also like (and I wish I could do — if there was no strip search and limits on bathroom use). But of course, I had to feature the book with my craziest car chase ever.