Sights Around Town

If I asked you if you ever heard of a 2-door station wagon you might look at me incredulously.  Or you may shrug your shoulders saying something along the lines of, "I don't give a shit."  The above beauty with antique plates is a 1977 Ford Pinto.  

Saw this guy walking by in an animated conversation with someone or something invisible tagging along.  He was talking and waving his arms like he was in a juicy argument.  That wasn't the only thing.  Apparently he left home without his shoes, too. 

For sign aficionados like Mr. Sutor this may be noteworthy.  If you weren't sure this was a laundry you will be when you read it twice.  

Came across an aunt hill that seemed pretty good sized.  I put one of my flip-flops next to it to give you some perspective.  Then I stirred them up a little.  It pissed them off.  I don't usually go around messing up wildlife, but one bit Norah a while back so it was payback time.  

We started out with a car and, coincidentally we end with a car as well.  This is a 1968 Plymouth Valiant gussied up as a muscle car that I saw rambling down 4th Avenue last week.   They made over 40,000 of these that year so there isn't anything particularly rare about it.  The striping, which was big on real muscle cars of the era, could be applied for $68 dollars at the factory.  Of course, the fact that it was a 225 CI 6-banger and a 4-door makes this a pretender at best, and ludicrous at worst.  But still, give it points for still chugging along.