This is not my car.
My photo of the week was not snapped during today's latest snowtastrophe, but rather two weekends ago, in the lull between...snopocalypses. (Is there a plural form of "apocalypse"?) This poor, forsaken 1953 Buick slumps in a small, gritty parking lot that I pass on foot every Saturday on my way to the countinghouse. It apparently hasn't moved in years. There is something fantastically poignant about this vehicular corpse -- thus the photo.
Click the pic; scan the sedan.
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