Wednesday, August 12, 2009
There’s a garage that I drive past on my way to and from work every day. There are always a few cars and trucks parked out in front of their lot, designated as parts vehicles. Decrepit and beyond repair, they’re in various states of being cannibalized. They’ve all still got windshields. The word “PARTS” is written in giant, bright orange wax letters upon said windshields. Some are missing doors and other obvious parts. Some are very old, others surprisingly not. There’s a beautiful ’79 Caprice Classic that reminds me of my friend Dave’s first car. It’s almost as old as me. That’s not too bad for a car. There’s also a late '90s model Nissan that just doesn’t seem like it should have burned out that quickly.