They may not have belonged to bad men, but I get a real gangster vibe from this photo. Others might see grandfathers and church-going men driving these cars, but I see Al Capone and his henchmen. Most of these cars also had large holes in the driver’s windshield. That is a bit disturbing when you think of wrecked cars and no seat belts.
Sitting close to each other, like old friends, are the cabs of what I think were once trucks. Although they are now just remains, they offer a pastel serenade that pleases both heart and mind. It is time played softly.
A 1939 DeSoto is slowly picked apart but retains both style and form. Living in a local junkyard it has been marked ‘save’ and is temporarily pardoned from the crusher. Note the sexy split rear windows and incredible reddish tone on this beauty.