Ain't that bad. It'll buff out!

There’s a car down the street that I heard about years ago. It “lives” in the garage at the house on the northwest corner of my block. Until two weeks I’d never even seen it, but when I drove by the garage door was up, and a weathered old Mustang’s nose was poking out into the fading daylight.

Tonight on my way home I went by and for some reason, for the first time in who knows how many years it’s been ensconced in that automotive cocoon, the horse was out and sitting against the curb across the street. It’s seen better days, but this guy keeps hanging on to it. I think this is the same car I saw back behind a different rental in the neighborhood way back around 1986 or ’87. If so, it’s been like this for twenty years. Maybe in another twenty he’ll step up and use baling wire instead of rope?