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Tuesday, June 22, 2004
[Insert Big Lewbowski reference here]
I discovered this car on 12th Avenue last week. I'm not well versed in the American cars of yesteryear but I do believe this is a Pontiac.
It's not as neat as Extremo's Aztec temple mega-mobile but take note of all those miniature golden statues. I wish I knew where the owner got his/her hands on enough bowling trophies to cover the hood. My car's numerous rust spots could use a few. Either that or a few hundred of those cheesy bullet hole stickers.
The roof of the car had been removed, turning it into a makeshift convertible. If the owner had been around I would have offered them a trade, my vehicle for theirs. They would have no doubt laughed and/or maced me.
PS: I'm seriously thinking about covering my car in bullet hole stickers. This site sells sheets of six for $2.50. While it would be cheaper than a new paintjob, I'm afraid of what my neighbors would think. They'd likely set the poor thing on fire before chasing it out of town with pitchforks.