It sits on the edge of a gas station at a really busy intersection. The kind of intersection that backs up and you have to wait for the light to cycle through at least twice before you get anywhere.
I have made up a million stories about this car. From the mundane - owner needs to sell it to save the gas station. To the sublime - it is the get away car of old time gangsters.
Bonnie and Clyde the next generation.
The other day I noticed ...
... what I decided were bullet holes.
A whole new set of stories to get me through traffic.
A REMAKE of the Bonnie and Clyde story is planned for next year.
The 1967 CLASSIC is one of my favorite movies.
