Summer Daze

drifting away…
The Marquis wasn’t always crashed. By Buicks.  Or curbs at Bilbo’s. It wasn’t always bald, as the vinyl roof got peeled off like it was a meth addict.

Mercury Marquis
Car surfing before it was cool. Nice beer can.

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At the Sign of the Cat

which is ironic, because there were only rats and junkyard dogs in sight.  Nonetheless, let’s race!

1967 Mercury Cougar junk
In this class, having wheels mean you probably win.

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