Friday, November 11, 2011

Little Death Coupe

I was smart-mouthing from my bicycle seat around these guys who were trying to get this car off a flat-bed truck.

Saying stupid things like, "Does it get rubber in all four gears?", etc.

It wasn't until after I had taken this shot that I realized how big the guy behind the wheel was. He could have snapped me in half like an offending chopstick.

I can only suppose that it was either - A) too much trouble to get out of the car or, B) he had too much to do - to be bothered with shooing me away.

1 comment:

Dueces Wild Scum said...

the guy in the Duece looks like he would embrace nosy smartass bike riders and be the furst to embrace their gufflaws!

Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.

-Hunter S. Thompson

Dedicated to the other side of Las Vegas, namely; the sprawling, mad, incoherent underpinnings of the world's favorite destination.

That, and the occasional ranting about nothing in particular.