Just For Fun

Shaggsville man-an E-type showing it's colours.

Isn't that the way... beautifully crafted replicas secure in their packaging tucked into every nook and cranny totally out of sight-and, we need a house with less Ferrets-They continually overrun my hanger space under my dresser, beady eyes taunting my outstretched fingers-just try and grab me and the P-51 dies they say... The African Grey that never stops answering the phone, of course she mimics the ring as well. Escaped colonists from Planet Gerbil chased by the ferrets while the bird shrieks the cat's names interspersed with bloops and blugs of the aquarium oxygen dispensing system, another favorite of the darn bird, whose feeding that thing anyway? And when did the fish start snoring? Never mind, thats a kid-let. When did the kid-let start snoring, aw jeez, find your mother won't you...

Stopped at the Speed of Sound

Gaining, but ever so slowly; every klick a tradeoff of motion and distance, eyes locked on the Porsche. Wendy drives like a CanAm machine, under her tutelage our 20 year old Beemer (with a dent) steadily gaining on the 935. The first 935 I have seen on public asphalt. Actually the first one I have seen period. We bask in the shadow of royalty, no, more like gods. 'Sure is an ugly color.' This from Wendy. Two car lengths behind now my face squished against the windshield so tightly I feel the bee that smackes the outside of the glass. Its getting away! This, as Wendy effects a brilliant move across three lanes, dead centering our exit. Clear of the 25 mph traffic jam, we turn the Beemer into the setting sun just as the 935 valiantly makes it into second gear.

Exotos 'finish line' 935 #40 Photos by author.

The Girl Next Store

watching her grow.
Reminded me of a Volkswagen, slightly squished. In and out of everything. Snow banks - healing of her marks of misadventures past
Blooming, some weight to her voice, turning heads, admiring glances, blasting through snow in explosions of frozen winter.
Back from college,
a name and number, a runner it seems. Lines filled with tone and confidence.
Sleeping through the winter, with Cobras, Vettes, and Detroit muscle machines.


Photos by author
934 RSR by Exoto. Such amazing work. The more you look, the more you see, much, for the first time, through my camera lens.