In contrast to yesterday's post, here's a shiny 1937 Chevy pick-up I saw at the Farmer's Market a couple of weeks ago. I'm no expert; the only reason I know it's a 1937 is because it says so on the special license plate designating this as an antique vehicle.
Good or bad, cars are part of southern California life. If you believe the tale told in the film Who Framed Roger Rabbit, the driving lifestyle was a conspiracy forced onto this region. Now, in the face of diminishing oil reserves and rising prices, we're scrambling to build a public transportation infrastructure that can support our urban sprawl. But contrary to what yesterday's post might have you believe, we do love our cars. Our hot, dry weather facilitates a long and happy life for a well-kept antique.
Speaking of which: a self-portrait.