There. Sitting in the parking lot of Wal-Mart. A summer squall had just blown through, and I was buying a fishing license, as I recall. Picked up something else, too. I think it was just seeing such an exquisite example of “modern” American engineering, lovingly updated, but the real low rider isn’t apparent until the third panel in the triptych.
Guess I’ve written about this one before, but I was searching for another image, I mean, the whole reason to have this crap on the computer is to make it easier to find, am I right? Stumbled into the Lincoln Low rider Trio.
Never know what moments become etched in time.