shot and posted by canadiancatgreen
These aren’t cars anymore; they have been liberated from the assumptions, expectations and demands placed on them by their makers and owners. No more! They’re finally free to express themselves, to reveal long-hidden facets of their personalities, to mock their designers and builders, to dance and make merry, to levitate and soar towards the heavens, to contort, shape-shift and morph into something altogether new.
Look what I’ve turned into! But you won’t see it and appreciate it unless you discard your fixed notions of what I should be or was, your identification and rigid image of the make and model you once knew. See me for what I truly have become.
That old Ford pickup should be rescued. I’ve seen sadder examples still on the road doing their thing.
And the @sstec! Don’t let Fugly Rest in Piece!
The “individual sculptures” are OK, but I’m more of a “collage” person. There’s something about seeing a gigantic pile of junked cars from the ’50s & ’60s–they were all amazing, beautiful, and loved when new. Now they’re thrown out like an old shoe. They’re all unceremoniously piled on top of each other–doomed, damned, damaged beyond repair. There’s something really sad about that (to me).
Lots of cool old iron. Too bad that Scout is beyond saving. And I’m mystified how the mid 70s New Yorker and Mercury escaped serious rust. The steel of both companies in those years sermed to rust from just dry air or rain, like my Moms Aspen wagon did far inland in S Florida.
Also here in South Florida,, any car made before 2000 is supper rare in our junyards that are mainly a sea of Kia,/Hyundai, Stellantis, VAG, Gm, and Fords.